smoky tendrils
rise and sprawl to the void,
so, too, the prayers?
Burnt [Haiku]
2
a butterfly hangs
upside down,
but it seems upside down
is as meaningless an
an abstraction for it
as the two million km/h
that a human sweeps,
spins, expands, etc.
through space
is for the person who
feels only the couch
against his backside.
what must it be to not know
upside down -- to feel free
to fall, knowing the air
will catch one?

mushroom stands tall;
wasn’t there the day before,
may be gone the next.

big-leafed saplings
line the understory:
wee cascade murmurs.