
Away from nibblers
safe in their tiny shelters,
backyard lettuces.

Away from nibblers
safe in their tiny shelters,
backyard lettuces.

On cold winter days,
marigolds in street corners:
a burst of sunshine.

Waters be choppy—
battling inner turmoils; still,
sea smiles at the sun.

A winter morning
under bare jacarandas:
saluting summer.

Siphoning off joy,
silent fan over my head:
a sterile office.