
Alone, two large weeds
leaning into each other—
on top of the world.

Alone, two large weeds
leaning into each other—
on top of the world.

She waits for her life:
for the chairs to be sat on;
music to begin.

Swirling in a cup,
yin and yang; coffee and milk—
a balancing act.

Expansive pink sky
mirroring the setting sun
glowing on its own

Fallen soldiers sleep—
the living die every day,
their wars never end.