
Everywhere I turn,
as long as the eye can see—
chasing blues, the green.

Everywhere I turn,
as long as the eye can see—
chasing blues, the green.

Like a child at play,
casting aside its play thing,
trees shoved for buildings.

A sidewalk blossom,
encouraging the walker,
in canine’s absence.

Just round the corner,
behind the plush, in our bush,
a blossoming life.

Please leave silently;
let the remains rest in peace,
recover pieces.