
Like a butter dish,
giant yellow daylily—
a feast for the ants.

Like a butter dish,
giant yellow daylily—
a feast for the ants.

Such attractive curves;
dormant, ever volcanic—
erupts sans warning.

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

Across the water
smugly the city awaits,
for us to sail home.

When the sunlight hits,
sudden exposure blinds you—
darkness becomes clear.