
twisted skeletons
of once thriving trees stand
in the temple yard

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.

flowers glow brightly
in the sunset’s low light,
and then go dark




It doesn't need wide open spaces. It doesn't need direct sunlight. No bark-wide chasm through the tombstone -- Gardner, leave that tree alone. Hey, Gardner, leave that tree alone! All in all, it's just another fig in the wall. All in all, we're just a bunch of figs in the wall.