
an orb weaver
sets its trap by trail’s edge, &
catches one gawker

an orb weaver
sets its trap by trail’s edge, &
catches one gawker

two roosters
on a paddy dike:
a flash of black




a sunflower
— deformed and stunted —
still brightens my day

a desert rose:
its base stout & misshapen;
its blooms elegant

twisted skeletons
of once thriving trees stand
in the temple yard



waves crash
against the cliff base,
& are turned back




bright beach summer.
the sand is everywhere,
and i don’t care.