Shadows lay alike and birds in mirrored flight
Indicate the trysts and meets of illicit delight.
The encounters traversed to a different shore
Occurrences oft repeated come to the fore.
Images reflect that they are in true facsimile
Revealing that truth to be seen so explicitly.
With aspirations aimed for the coming day
Of separate flights to a town on southern bay.
There no oranges or apple blossoms do bloom
Or waves gathering on that new shore to boom.
To the place where there blows no notable wind
Where repeated intrigue pass without rescind.
Hidden in the calm visage of congenial notability
Are these acts of an individual’s secret duplicity.
© W. Heron, 2014