Standing all alone
she’s strong and independent
a tree by the lake.
Tag: Perth
Question

What’s the point of life
if you’re lighting others’ paths
yet not lighthearted?
Hail

Crisp autumn morning:
city under construction—
all cranes hail the sun.
Winter is coming
Dance

Wind scattering clouds,
like dancing stick figurines—
bony-limbed old tree.

