Buckskin,
Indiana
by
Roger Pfingston
Back
home after walking the creek,
he
sits with toast
and
a mug of coffee,
savoring
a
blue
heron
morning: how it
lifted
at his approach,
leading
him on,
indulging
his presence with a slow wing spread,
the
short
repeated
flights
to
the water’s edge,
until
he turned back,
the
heron knowing more than he could follow,
the
window now, framing the steady gaze,
the
fenced-in beauty of horses.
Bio: A retired teacher of English and photography, Roger Pfingston is the recipient of a
Creative
Writing Fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts and two
PEN
Syndicated
Fiction Awards. He has poems in recent issues of Poet Lore, Spoon
River
Poetry
Review, Innisfree Poetry Journal, and U.S. 1 Worksheets. New poems
are scheduled to
appear
in Poetry East and Hamilton Stone Review. His chapbook, A Day Marked
for Telling, is
available
from Finishing Line Press.