Standing by a tree,
looking out at the buildings—
seeking green pastures.
Author: N
Writer of all things, some of which are pretty good.
Right of way

A tree in my way
I wondered swerving around;
my way was in its.
Farewell

Windiest city:
clouds sweeping to fare me well,
dog chases the car.
Greet

All hail the sunshine
greeting the lord with finesse—
common sunflower.
Company

Alone, two large weeds
leaning into each other—
on top of the world.
