cloud covered skiesturn on smokey gray daylightoffering a blues cafe ambiancefalling leaves seat themselvesupon mounds…
Up, rise, stepping outbreathing in, breathing outthe crispness of the in betweensummer’s fall greetingsshortened days, yet long…
I had tried my best to get a better snapshot, but no matter how long I waited, the painted lady butterfly, upon a blazing star…
Weaponizing the lowly tick,so-called biological warfareMilitary moronic manipulationof nature — is my take… for…
along garden cobblestones,
fountains of green, white striped mounds
I may not have gotten to where
I thought my plans would take me,
One by one they flyLeaving behind tale feathersNever to return.