I found one in my sketchbook. Here it is.
a sweet melancholy
the slowly setting sun
the cobwebs glistening in the fading light.
his graceful form, expressive, free,
running, glasses catching
the golden
the backlight, the backlit
on his knees. the frisbee comes
and misses.
he flops comically on the cushioning blades
with a groan.
then a leap, slower than physically possible
smoother than physically possible
a bird slices through the blue, the sun
wings spread and then gone
the windows watch with their glassy eyes
reflecting the blue and green
windows all around.
shadows stretching, reaching out with their clammy fingers
the laughter goes on
“heart of the cards!”