“Is this a killing animal?” a child says
“So beautiful!” says the adult
Long, brown and tawny patterned neck
Stretches, with a curve
And munches on grass
Separating the hunched over crowd
Are (potential) killer bees
Tasting daisies
So, could they kill me or kill me not?
I am aware Any snake seems charming With the right music It doesn’t matter where This might lead Underground prince will disappear If I could find the switch It doesn’t matter what…
PoetryReal Presence Buttons are popping out and everyone Claims they need my knickknacks As my head is filled with bric-a-brac, The year is landing down into holidays, Where days slide into one…
Old wine in a bottle on a shelf in the cellar lasts forever keeps the promise of new fruit on the vine No failure, no regret no bitter dregs of desire never…
The hills are as green as okra, A rare color these days. Fresh okra too, Even rarer as well. Someone disappointed in the season Dyed the dead grass. We walk together in…