
wildflowers hide
in a tiny valley
between granite slabs.

wildflowers hide
in a tiny valley
between granite slabs.

withered daisies
approach season’s end,
but retain charm.

in a one step span
reflected flowers come
in and out of view.
I used to think any conspiracy of three or more was doomed to someone talking, but now I’m pretty sure there’s a bipartisan cabal of billionaires who get together and laugh and laugh about how they can get with absolutely every American underaged daughter if they just keep people scrolling material that paints an opposition as lunatics void of all humanity, such that a pack of horny dimwitted robber-barons seem positively electable by comparison.

malformed tree
stands rigid against
a Summer gust.

caterpillars
on each branch;
leaves, but memories.

water sound…
heard before it’s seen:
tiny waterfall.

yellow daisies grow
from crack & fissure;
bridging Summer & Fall.

shadow-dappled
forest floor stretches to a
confusion of trees.