cascades
down its rocky maw ~
a day o’ rest

cascades
down its rocky maw ~
a day o’ rest

still gray day ~
crowding rust-red stairs
ivy leaves

chokecherry
happy to see me ~
weekend wood

gray weekend ~
visiting the garden
vibrant traffic cones

wrinkled
in a cool pool
hot tarmack

strolling down
to the body shop
a black crow

summer morn ~
leaving cat food out
for the ants

’Lone crow perched
a gray-backed bare bough ~
summer’s coming…

Hiding
’mong the changing leaves ~
anarchist stump.

1 day walking home from the store I spied a pumpkin-colored rock sitting where no one else would find it in a plot o’ dirt by the highway. I picked it up with the intention o’ taking it home; but as I lifted it I turned it o’er & saw on its brown underbelly the bone-white words, “HE DIED FOR YOU”.

I turned it back o’er & left it where I found it so that other close explorers in the area might discover its arcane secret.