
Driving into you,
drooling all over the floor;
dog’s whole-hearted love.

Driving into you,
drooling all over the floor;
dog’s whole-hearted love.

Kicked onto the side,
stomped on by immature kids—
the homeless; fungi.

If clouds were forests,
would humans harvest them too,
once the land is bare?

A valley of green,
blueless sky plastered by clouds;
road trips in winter.