Small town existence
the silence of the morning
echoes through the fog.
Silence
Tag: reality
High visibility
Spiky, on my path,
polished in hi-vis orange;
the healer, aloe.
Host
Spider makes her home
between the grooves of cactus—
house plant becomes host.
Cosy
Down an alleyway;
cold mornings and coffee shops
warm hug in a mug.
Limbs
Roaming our sidewalks,
awry limbed shadow figures;
paintings no one sees.
