At Fall’s End by Richard Dinges Jr.

At Fall’s End

Sky burns in pale
flames.  Clouds fray
tattered linen threads.
I look up for faces,
unbound by fear,
see no one, gods
and monsters now
pixelated fragments
in digitized streams.
I pray into wind
to catch my breath.
on a hilltop,
not alone, just small,
no more than a blot
that blends with brown
grass beside my dog
who looks forward
and urges me on
an invisible leash
to walk into
this moment.

Richard Dinges, Jr. has an MA in literary studies from University of Iowa, and manages information systems risk at an insurance company. Common Ground, Mocking Heart Review, Red River Review, Pulsar, and Abbey most recently accepted his poems.