It's Still Life

On the Edge of Invisible

                   
                    Our street is quiet,
                    on the edge of invisible.

I.
A magpie’s in the tree, it vanishes
into deep summer leaves,
then reappears.

II.
A boy on a bicycle peddles by,
he disappears around the corner,
toward the creek.

III.
A red poppy as bright as noon
opened in the garden today.
It will vanish soon,

                    like a vague idea, and the day
                    will be sadder for that.

for Fandango’s FOWC “idea” . The photo is my own. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021