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