Monday, October 12, 2015

Needles

As I crunch over
Dry fallen needles below:
Scent of a cedar

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Barking

Dogs that bark,
People that bark.

Down off

Lowered & rolled
Down off the bus
By way of machines,
I heard the most
human of yawns.

Strawboretum

She leaps aside,
Strawberries!
Red. Long.
French?
Delicious.

"Let's not eat them all",
Shoving,
Savoring
The ripe ones
In our mouths.

But on the way back
We can't help
Ourselves,
And pluck
Several more.

No animals
Seem interested
In them,
So it must be
Up to us.