Visual artist fracks the lay-by
While listening to sheers flutter at the open window 
 
Watches a lad walking shoulders slumped arms unmoving torso bobbing up and down as he
forwards along 
 
The look of obedience crystallized in one freeze frame
 
Does the boy know what he is walking away from versus advancing is there a reason
 
A simple rectangular fixed frame safekeeping perhaps a secret
 
And can distance loosen tension 
between desire for destination and dissolving behind the curtains 
 
The threat of malice versus misericordia a white unfurled once crisp cap flung to the invisible
​muses
 
How once pristine the view of simple shoulders and the breathing of one boy in view