a crow caws
standing on a stout post
black eye watching

a child wonders,
beyond this rainy valley,
is it white?

nothing scurries
but mushrooms sprout
wet forest floor

lonely bus stop
one man waits for a nearly
empty bus

streaks of blue
viewed through cloudy skies
a bird hops

POEM: Greens & Oranges

some shades of green
& some oranges
zap my brain into a kindergarten
neurochemical cocktail
the bright green LEDs of a post-neon sign
fire the context of a memory into my mind
there must be some long forgotten object–
a childhood artifact?
like the residue of a dream,
or is it gut-stomp synesthesia?