long bladed hunting knife
bone handle
moving back and forth
across the whet stone
rain falling in the dark
dim reflections
in puddles near the verge
between the car and the fence
beer bottles lining
coffee table
men shouting at television sports
before the real games begin
blanket of snow covering
dirty streets
rusted wire fences protecting
a truck tire shop near a bridge
wind swept cliffs looming
over oceans
jagged rocks and seagulls
and the voice of an angel
they flit randomly through
my mind
reminding me that all i am
is a jumbled collection