
Imperfect as life
deep gashes in our landscape
we love and accept

Imperfect as life
deep gashes in our landscape
we love and accept

There are many stairs
we complain on every hike
there are stairs at least

Hazy, the sun tries
nearly swallowed by the fog
makes it through the day

Sat on our sidewalks
modern city traffic guards
orange traffic cones

Big old brown-leaf tree
stands under the winter rain
ageing gracefully