
a tree’s last blossom
seems to wait til no one
is looking to drop.
what a thing it must be
to see a holdout yield.

a tree’s last blossom
seems to wait til no one
is looking to drop.
what a thing it must be
to see a holdout yield.

the rising sun
hides behind winter trees
as a fat kid
hides behinds a fence post,
fooling no one.

even a stream
charges a toll, and
thwarts cheaters.
step on stone: slip & fall;
sink calf deep: you may pass.

in a city park,
muscular baobabs &
wiry strangler figs
provide residences
for the fierce squirrels.

the old church stands:
proud, tall, and hollowed.
when it’s rebuilt,
will it be another church?
or will it be a shopping mall?