
a walk in the park.
eyes glued to the rising sun,
a crow dive-bombs me.

a walk in the park.
eyes glued to the rising sun,
a crow dive-bombs me.

the sun rises behind a bare rain tree, a glowing heart

early morning
rays hit the canopy
and fan out
into gold bands of light:
spotlights with no targets

the sun rises
over the river,
worlds collide