
In captured moments,
yearns human, naturally,
hopes to make time—still.

In captured moments,
yearns human, naturally,
hopes to make time—still.

Mourning adornment
in memory of the dead
slow-dying flowers

Arms wide, “Come hither!”
beckons the great mothership—
rooted in the ground.

Waiting patiently,
for life-defining sentence,
those courtroom benches

As a pop-up shop
in the middle of nowhere,
a spring in nature.