
Diverging branches,
young heads buried in the clouds,
roots deeply grounded

Diverging branches,
young heads buried in the clouds,
roots deeply grounded

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.