
banyan roots
intertwine like snakes
writhing in a pile

banyan roots
intertwine like snakes
writhing in a pile

clouds, pulled & rolled
like fine webbing, glow in the
conch-orange sunlight

water lilies
align in a window
in the foliage

the desert sun
sets over the lake,
and all is gold

staggering
through a black cave, & then
a shaft of light

sinewy tree
reaches into the park;
i feel its effort

the moon ‘s an echo
of the porchlight that burns
across the yard

two parrots peck
as a chipmunk watches -
the outsider