showing off
its badass tattoos
crosswalk pole






winter thaw ~
the bus tire’s reflection
a puddle

warm heater ~
in chill wind expands
white clouds

misty sun ~
the shadows o’ firs
glow white

early dusk ~
shades itself ’hind firs
full moon

frosty morn ~
’neath the orange leaves
a sign says <STOP>
