
a thick cloud
parks in front of the sun,
and says, “Not today!”

a thick cloud
parks in front of the sun,
and says, “Not today!”

moss grows on steel. machine on the forest’s edge, swallowed by life

the lake is glassy;
half rippled / half frosted,
and yet one lake

once majestic,
tombs of ancient kings
reclaimed by nature

rumpled beauty:
chaotic but bright,
purpose unknown