
Windiest city:
clouds sweeping to fare me well,
dog chases the car.

Windiest city:
clouds sweeping to fare me well,
dog chases the car.

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.

Stands the mighty oak
under the scorching sunshine
sprinkling shade on me.