
a thin band of
reality erasure,
haze on the lake.

a thin band of
reality erasure,
haze on the lake.

an orange streak
burns across the water —
brightly but briefly

the plucking of
prickly pears is at risk
of being pricked

the moon rises
above the city.
expect lunatics!

a walk in the park.
eyes glued to the rising sun,
a crow dive-bombs me.

sound in tall grass:
it’s probably nothing.
yet, primal fear shot