Mirage

A puddle evaporates on a black tar
highway

and a thousand puddles vanish before
we reach the boardwalk

where a toy store sells the inflatable
duck that goes flat in the water.

Arriving and departing seem endless:

we drop until the hand of some strong
god lifts us up and out of this moment

of

confabulation.

Image and poem (c) Rob Goldstein 2017