Sunday, August 28, 2016

elegant ascent

in evening's cool
on rocky shore
the moon is rising from the sea

the boys
they grunt and groan and heave
the bones of mother earth

inchoate goal
it seems to be
farthest out into the sound

but she
on edge of knotted mob
appears to count the stones

she sorts and weighs
with measured gaze
each of her candidates

until the one
so flat and round
so smoothly fit
into her hand

she strides
into that knotted mob
and with a practiced

save the whiz and skip
as earth flies to the moon

© 2016 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Inspired by the work of Katherine Johnson

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