
in commonplace grass:
a hidden delicacy
for tiny birds.

in commonplace grass:
a hidden delicacy
for tiny birds.
How often do you walk or run?
Every day. And sometimes I crawl, and – if there are monkey bars – I swing.


from Chinatown,
the tallest skyscraper
looks puny.

the air is crisp,
the grass is green:
autumn begins.
Do you see yourself as a leader?
That’s a strange question, at it seems to be one of the few traits for which one’s self assessment is meaningless. i.e. if one sees oneself as a leader, but no one will follow one… “Teacher” is similar. One may see oneself as a teacher and might even have all manner of certifications and credentials, but if no one wants to learn from one, it’s not clear that it’s a meaningful title.
That said, I don’t see myself as a leader… but I’m even less of a follower.

for any deer pair,
there’s one cautious,
& one obstinate.


the first cattail heads
have erupted in fluff:
autumn in progress.

the morning sun
shines through the canopy.
understory: dungeon.