
Flaunting its backside,
casts away the bore; swan scales
vibrant horizons.
Coordinated;
undisturbed by human kind—
nature in its prime.
down the winding road
trees snaking up to the skies
paving peace on path
A bee, tree, carefree
hip, like tip-dyed teenagers
lining sunset roads
piercing shards of cold
as passing through walking ghost
winters be crazy