Late Afternoon
Distant memories blur the horizon
Like smoke across battlefields
Where figures move in a surreal flight
Of spiritual metamorphous
Like butterflies
Into the darkness of night
Where the sound of jungle
Wraps around your thoughts
Until the crackling whip of fear
Pierces your being
With projectiles of uncertainty
And you know those ghostly places
And faces of jungle
Will forever cast shadows
Across your path
Shadows that will merge
Into the shade
Of your late

2006 Jim Cain