
Scrolling through chaos,
no wonder we are dry eyed—
aglow in blue light.

Scrolling through chaos,
no wonder we are dry eyed—
aglow in blue light.

Tiny, red, bird-like;
migrating for the winter:
leaves flying off trees.

Lining my sidewalk,
seeks no appreciation—
a daisy just is.

Little planes prepare
to face up to Ouranos;
airborne infantry.

Kraken of the earth,
monstrous prickly tentacles:
wild aloe vera.