Hides unassuming,
beneath piles of pine needles:
magic of the world.
Magic
Fake
Unnatural lights;
in the darkness of morning
sustain a city.
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.
