The spat between the hydra
and sea...
What is that of this,
I will ask from the question...
A dandelion was yielding to its yawn
on the fluffy mattress of sunshine...
The little fledgling's
swan dive...
When you take a false
lead, life will undo the seeds...
Between the tangles of all the floggings
skies...
No final goodbye. No poetic
apology. No introduction...
After the sunset,
the moon comes out whitewashed...
In a pair, they were flying:
two monarch butterflies...
She felt bright and shiny
and a little bit new...
The snow:
Pounding the earth, trees...
Less likely to be a truth,
let's celebrate the healing touch...