Long evening ~
taste-testing my salad,
Herr Samsa.

Long evening ~
taste-testing my salad,
Herr Samsa.

november ~
oak cloaks itself with
sunshine fog

dour autumn
but summerscarce grass
crowd with leaves

fall day
a speckled cement pole greets
so what

marriage o’
bright sun & gray rain
round the elm
@ the bus stop
spying ’hind bushes
fire hydrant

a memorial
i encounter
a shiny hydrant

foggy morn ~
waiting to cross
black crows

mornchill ~
a green traffic cone
before the tracks

best minds
o’ the past generation
antpack
