
Sat on our sidewalks
modern city traffic guards
orange traffic cones

Sat on our sidewalks
modern city traffic guards
orange traffic cones

Winter’s a tough time
we are all doing our best
even the weak sun

Volcanic island
powerfully destructive
drop in the ocean

Huffing I walk up;
no chariots to heaven
or volcanic hills.

The distant island
promise of greener grasses
voyaging in vain