
A word of caution
sleeping poetics awake
sunset by the lake

A word of caution
sleeping poetics awake
sunset by the lake

Breaking through surface
stronger than high-power drills
tiny unarmed seed

Awning overhead—
picnic on a cold spring morn—
foreshadows warm days

Tangled greasy mess
ignored as doll’s knotted hair
spring starved lakeside trees.

Another year fades
perennial pandemic
sheds human timelines