The shadow of the aloe plant
Is as still as the sunlight
That crawls along the wall.

This day’s sweet moments
Seep into our existence
Showing us the way

The woman singing
With the car radio
Knows half the words.

The biker
Picks up the bike he dropped
At the stoplight.

The collision
At the intersection
Is a ***** for all.

I had a nightmare
My ****** flesh was torn off
Your clothes, rotting skin

A mallard
Floats on the koi pond
With water lilies.

The buried peanut
Unearthed in the April
Garden is soggy.

Warm sunlight
With broken clouds
& cold raindrops.

A squirrel retrieves
The tossed apple core
And makes it his lunch.

as long as the sea
ends up on top of me — claimed
inevitably

Passersby ask me
Why I sit the way I do
Buddha in their eyes

Starry veil flickers;
Drapes in the velvet embrace,
The queen of the night.