the neon lights
reflected
in the gazing glassy eyes
o’ the shrunken bulldozer
whose bright color
had been taken by the late night
’long with the construction cones
still surrounding it
accompanying
my railway to work
mt. rainier
late spring ~
the wintry naked
dogwood boughs
swaying
in ferriswheel rainbow lights
waves
in dusk rain
unblinking the red
traffic eye
gray rain
cherryblossoms &
gas station
outside metro
shadows
the streetlampbough
spring weekend ~
taking a cool bath
a fly
in evening rain
e’en cracked concrete
glistens
busy sunday ~
skies the color o’
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