
a night heron,
up & about at sunrise,
like diehard revellers.

a night heron,
up & about at sunrise,
like diehard revellers.

on a narrow ridge,
covered with fine dust,
my foot slips. I’m awake!

curb crows
stand in a row.
what’s the sky say?

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!”