




massive hives
hang from high branches;
no bees in sight.

river reflections
tell a tale of still water.
They lie!

at day’s end,
fishermen pass
on each boat’s way home.

something moves
through autumn grass
at water’s edge.

with sun down,
the sky lingers in blue,
then fades to black.
Nothing. My philosophy is that if I need technology to function flawlessly every second to keep me alive, I don’t need to be in that place.