Hides unassuming,
beneath piles of pine needles:
magic of the world.
Category: Unplugged
Fake
City

A city was built
by the felling of a tree;
we can’t let things be.
Height

Every step we take,
a bit closer to the top,
so we can look down.
Priorities

Just a broken mug?
a crack in the universe
of coffee drinkers.

