A caterpillar scurried on at such a rapid pace, but I forget which way it went because it lacked a face. It looked the same this way as that - bereft of front and back. And how'd it know which way to go? It must have had a knack.
rock erodes out from under boulders -- precarious stacks
the moon remains high, unchased by the sunrise, but gone by daydream's end
a potted bonsai -- twisted, knobbed, and deformed -- stony mountain mind
one flower stands, rumpled & in the rear, but is just as bright
the river churns; lit by the mid-day sun -- its foam glows
the gorilla looks deep in contemplation; children are bored, but I can't help but wonder what it is he's plotting?
