
A single rose blooms
protected by leaves around
no friends to play with

A single rose blooms
protected by leaves around
no friends to play with

Grinning at the sun,
slicing through the horizon—
a kangaroo hops.

Our bundle of joy—
drooling all over the bed,
marks territory.

The fleet is ready;
apron’s wrapped around, tied up—
let Christmas begin.

Though twilight’s set in
our cranes reach out for the moon
human kind aims high