apples on a tree
I thought dead; a withered limb
shakes a twig at me
apples on a tree
I thought dead; a withered limb
shakes a twig at me
blood was as water
lives so many storm blown leaves
my soldier’s story
Water will scream
If it becomes steam
Steam goes cold
Thinking of being ice
Ice has a meltdown
About liquification
They all fear Change so
They forget they’re all H2O
empty rattling carts
sail the parking lot– a clerk
lassoes them back in
we’ve chanted on it
my Buddha nature is strong
Loki the cat stays
unexpected tears
about giving up a cat
problem child needs love
scraps of spring verses
saved for a winter’s moonlight
pen full of glow worms
eyes shut to beauty
in a sea of bright lotus
bullfrog sings the blues
rushing out the Gate
sails plump with April breezes
lucky as a gull
alone this winter
in a launderette for warmth
other people’s wash
seashells in a jar
leavings of forty summers
catch the dawn light
bright red flowers grow
around the filling station
how bad can gas be?
lemons, roses, deer
show up to be inspected
baby grandson claps
birdsong everywhere
harp music from my felines
clawing the screen door
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