Near-Sunset Pond on a Better-than-Average Day

With more than half of a moon in the sky-blue sky
and a mother and nine baby ducks asleep nearby and a squirrel with clasped hands
beneath a swooping pair of sparrow
and trees and trees and near-sunset breeze and two socked feet
at the end of two outstretched legs and this hand
and this blue pen and this other hand scratching my sunburnt chest
by this pond reflecting more than half a moon
as the train trains by and two dogs on the move with their two people leashed
and the birds fly a loop and I'm waiting for nothing
and so nothing comes through as I think of my friend who'll be leaving town soon,
I mean I think well of my friend who'll be leaving town soon.