
dawn of day,
temple turns off neon lights
as i frame my shot.

dawn of day,
temple turns off neon lights
as i frame my shot.

two crows wrestle,
spiraling to the ground.
big, black maple seed





the one true sun
rises over the lake;
imposters abound

a thin band of
reality erasure,
haze on the lake.

an orange streak
burns across the water —
brightly but briefly

the plucking of
prickly pears is at risk
of being pricked

the moon rises
above the city.
expect lunatics!

