I’m stunned by all the starry nights
Beyond the sprawling city’s lights:
Swirls made of so many colors —
The dark, the light, middling others.
What eternal infinite
Exists out there between
All those stars?
All the dust and nothingness
Of that cold, unbounded expanse
Dances in the hot shell
Of my skull.
Spanish Moss drapes
from the bare branches over
the cool blue river.
in the darkness
beyond the big city lights,
a moon looms.
the sound of rain
and thundering waterfalls:
a cat sleeps soundly.
a tiny frog
on a rain-soaked leaf,
washed away, leaf-n-all.
What is your favorite type of weather?
Depends on whether I’m outside or inside. If the former, I favor the partly cloudy to sunny range, depending on how brutal or gentle the sun is, respectively. If the latter, I’ve got nothing against a cleansing torrential downpour.
water lilies stand
confidently, while herons
step warily.
perching hornbill:
a plodding half-ton bovine
doesn't merit attention.
Standing on the bank,
Looking at the other shore --
A hundred meters or a mile?
Does it matter,
In such a fast flow?
If I were to swim for it,
Launching myself into
Those cold, choppy waves,
Which would I reach first:
The other shore, or
The Falls, downstream?
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