
guardian dogs,
sculpted or painted: how do
they fool the spirits?

guardian dogs,
sculpted or painted: how do
they fool the spirits?

grand monuments,
overgrown with moss & weeds,
for Dead long forgotten.


boats rise & roll
with constant motion; as
gentle waves lap ashore.



water smashes shore,
rising as foam then raining
back down as liquid.

The sign read: "Flee Market,"
and so, of course, I fled.
The hawkers called to me
as I sped like hot lead.
From what I was fleeing,
I have no idea.
But I found a cheap chair
down at the IKEA.

white water churns
down the hillside into
a sprawling flood.

abandoned building,
in the background, blurs:
eyes lock on flowers
