Justice
who will stand and speak
when there is such injustice
if not I then who?
–
angry seas-
ramshackle rafts
adrift and lifeless
Category Archives: Summer
Fungi
turkey tail mushrooms-
beauty found within decay
and reclamation
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in the dark-
nimble fingers pick
the mushroom harvest
Consequences
living on the edge –
tasting the forbidden fruit
and consequences
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future regrets-
I send a drink
down the bar
Age
a rusting iron gate-
beyond the overgrown path
crumbling headstones
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bristlecone pines-
deeply rooted
to the earth
Birth
my journal entry-
today I start another
lap around the sun
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willow branches-
a crack appears
in the robin’s egg
Sailing
plying the trade winds-
seeking safe harbor under
an ocean of sky
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rolling seas-
sails reefed
before the storm
Rot
all the leaves scattered
standing despite itself but
rotten at the core
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a forest altar-
oaken pews
standing empty
Empty
hundreds of candles-
an unlit testament to
this empty vigil
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tumbled stone-
autumn’s first light
warms the piazza
Quiet
soft leather armchairs-
whispers of conversations
too quiet to hear
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a lone robin-
her tweets
unread
Temple
a warm summer eve
mists gather in pools that drip
from the temple roof
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temple stairs-
stone dragons
cloaked in moss