
the sun rises
over the river,
worlds collide

the sun rises
over the river,
worlds collide

before opening,
a crow takes a table,
and demands service

a rotten log grows
a vibrant mushroom cluster —
soon to rot, itself


when Fall leaves are green
and pale yellow, i get
citrus autumn mind



the ship is gone.
its journey recorded
in liquid ripples

autumn afternoon
sun catches one hillside;
the other is shy

autumn afternoon
sun catches one hillside;
the other is shy
