the weather has been kind lately: perhaps the gods are going back to sleep
Tag: literature
summer’s soul leaves the meadow in its own time
summer packs up and the driftwood ancient as time itself floats in
bloated belly: swallowed a ton of salt winds on the breakwall
summer at low tide: the crab scare on the bread baited hook
tread lightly: where the grass grows in soft spirals
keeping the evenings gentle with a ritual emptying of the cluttered mind
forgotten boundaries: the frail flesh and ego’s i
islands of flowers untouched revealed in a black and white dream
like cattle we follow the shade of clouds across the concrete fields
