
Our earth will be fine:
from dead trees leaves sprout anew;
humanity won’t.

Our earth will be fine:
from dead trees leaves sprout anew;
humanity won’t.

Just look hard enough
life gives us all comedy
even on the street.

Lighting up the sky,
optimists’ beacon of hope—
casino city.

Bougainvillea—
under the sparkling spring sun,
bleeding ghoulishly.

Undisturbed flower
in a volcanic crater
where the sun shines bright.