February 2021

wakening sharks


bobbing through dreams


dew less web   at bird hush


under the blossoms   without plowing


first light   distant, mistier

wind blown shadows   the rusty chain


impotent   phallic pride


the note struck   my insight


waning moon   is this what aging is


a broken bowl   out of silence


dawn aphasia   the persistence of


Ienten fast   summer grasses