In the lay by
To let
the seasons pass
Browned oak
Leaves and a
Pair of hands
Turned on
A branch
Upon occasion
Our shoulders
Touched
Snow bunched
In the wheel hubs
The roadside ponies
Quieted we missed ice
Turned off winter,
A television
Screen
We watched the
Seasons pass
Two oranges
Our picnic
Sun dimmed
Petrol-fumed breath
You stood apart
Under a new
Moon I fell
Asleep to the Levee
Deep in a
Pouch of the
Down low tones
Of you,
Singing autumn
On the way
In the lay by
Where we
Stopped -- shivering
Ice laced milkweed
Seasonally
By Reka Jellema and Brendan Bonsack
July 2014