
late afternoon sun
penetrates the pavilion —-
causing napper’s turn.

late afternoon sun
penetrates the pavilion —-
causing napper’s turn.

legs in leaf litter,
garden lanterns catch light
that pierces bare woods.

The train is speeding down the line.
Gold Buddha glints in the sunshine.
Jarring is the train whistle’s whine,
we plunge into a dark tunnel.

understory thrives:
light plants & shadow plants
each finds its place.