Inside all of us,
hollow spaces full of void—
we are bamboozled.
Empty
Tag: life
Treasure
Hidden balls of gold—
scattered throughout my garden—
edible treasures.
Shine
Mustard lettuce plants,
shine bright as they go to seed—
compete with the sun.
Canvas
Tall dark and handsome,
clumper of bamboos await
human graffiti.
I see
I lie with the grass,
giant trees afar—snugly
fit into my eyes.
The Chaos Within 