in sandstone canyons,
shrubs grow thick & green;
no signs of day life.
Sandstone Still-Life [Haiku]
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sun to flowers,
“now that I have your
attention… shine!”




sunrise orange
sparkles on the lake;
lone fisher casts nets
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

in a city park,
muscular baobabs &
wiry strangler figs
provide residences
for the fierce squirrels.