(untitled) #59

how does poetry work ?
I order vegetables –
and receive stir-fry !




oh – don’t miss a beat

my heart of glass – fragile!



plants remaining still

while all about lay strewn

fallen petals – shards


oh sky overhead –

where is heaven for flowers

seven colours meld


falling from the sky

rinsing spectra from the clouds

to lie upon snow


snowflakes upon snow –

trails I once walked – blanketed

run-ways to the stars