
at water’s edge,
snakes wrestle: writhing, twining,
but slipping the pin.

at water’s edge,
snakes wrestle: writhing, twining,
but slipping the pin.

budding limbs:
vibrant growth unseen from
the city beyond.

sun to flowers,
“now that I have your
attention… shine!”

the bee wallows
in pollen like a drunk
sprawls on a bar’s floor.

the sunflower
that bows its head in the sun
feels pensive.