
Layperson’s refuge;
and learned’s weapon of choice,
poetry is life.

Layperson’s refuge;
and learned’s weapon of choice,
poetry is life.

Pick about and poke—
curiosity isn’t sin;
seekers are finders.

Challenging the skies,
poking at pillows of puff—
human ambitions.

Sniping away sleep,
not a shadow of remorse—
espresso, clean shot.

Hidden in plain sight,
as the middle child, ignored,
blossom in a bush.