Deus Ex

Deus Ex

At the sky start
of this mountain, above that tree, no,
this, the next, there drifts more than a dot
of red, back-shadowed
by gray without clouds. There is no

plane. I check again. Yes, it is
a parachute with some-
one. Dropped
into pines and a steep, tiny curve of road.

Back inside, I doubt,
go look, see nothing.