
a night heron,
up & about at sunrise,
like diehard revellers.

a night heron,
up & about at sunrise,
like diehard revellers.

on a narrow ridge,
covered with fine dust,
my foot slips. I’m awake!

curb crows
stand in a row.
what’s the sky say?

budding limbs:
vibrant growth unseen from
the city beyond.

sun to flowers,
“now that I have your
attention… shine!”

the bee wallows
in pollen like a drunk
sprawls on a bar’s floor.

the sunflower
that bows its head in the sun
feels pensive.

eyeing the mountain
like it’s defeated you once,
and may again.

the grass sways,
while skyscrapers stand stiffly:
so impressive, the grass!