The lactation of spring

A poem

Magic leaps like bunnies from the grass blade stubbles
on grandfather mushroom…

Time

A poem

There is this, then that, time passes in jolts.
Here, this, then that, and now it is evening.
Early spring…

Many Years

A poem

Are they spring flowers?
Fall flowers.
Or the flowers long forgotten?
Warmth spreads and then recedes…

Connections

Internet connections are solid and vague, and both at once.
It’s a little world window, but you never know what is happening on the far…