
the monkey sage sits —
not napping, but looking so,
on the temple wall

the monkey sage sits —
not napping, but looking so,
on the temple wall

an orb weaver
sets its trap by trail’s edge, &
catches one gawker

two roosters
on a paddy dike:
a flash of black

a sunflower
— deformed and stunted —
still brightens my day

a desert rose:
its base stout & misshapen;
its blooms elegant

twisted skeletons
of once thriving trees stand
in the temple yard

waves crash
against the cliff base,
& are turned back

bright beach summer.
the sand is everywhere,
and i don’t care.

flowers glow brightly
in the sunset’s low light,
and then go dark
abandoned farmstead -- a blip in the flat-wide spaces of the industrial-agro-manufactured prairie the barn, dilapidated the vehicles & implements, rusted weeds growing from every crack tall, blonde grass - waving like ripe wheat - stands in both front & back yards something has died on the prairie something is returning to dust & weed something is lost