
pink trumpet flowers,
in dense clustered spheres,
break up spring’s blue sky

pink trumpet flowers,
in dense clustered spheres,
break up spring’s blue sky

high tide sweeps
around the beach rocks,
and then they’re islands.

open road mural
triggers wanderlust;
i stop to look.

from a speeding train,
i see a fresh-plowed field
in which nothing moves.

golden trumpet
lives up to its name
when sunrise strikes.