Sinclair's Dinosaur

5.

Your face glows into the blue screen, most loved.
I pause to cover you.

The moment of infidelity is over.

This small breath deepens.

The leaves drift into the lake
like tiny animals.
             lift and bow
                        They animate the
night moon. The sleepy water.
And, on the shore, rest the cold
bodies of the docks
                                I too drift.