bugs buzzing the sun
cosmic scale has no meaning
in sleepy morn’s heat

the rocks awaken
reaching out for the cosmos
to just say hello

time wasted watching
television commercials
trash I never want

time slips by easy
watching Esther Williams swim
the wettest of dreams

the mandarins’ wind
only blowing illusion
but all tempests die

the most beautiful
landscape stabbing the deepest
and closer to death

born into sorrow
subconsciously suffering
he walks in the sky

sleeping in shadows
fiery felines avoiding
summer’s sunshine curse

a young girl skating
her favorite song playing
while the sun follows

we sail our ships tall
across a mystical sea
to our destiny

bare feet on hot street
tap dancing down meadowbrook
memory of pain

in this realm we walk
all things are temporary
wind upon the face

gray and windy day
donnybrook in the dark wood
nature’s ruckus song

working hard no fear
riding mowers and cold beer
Hank Hill knows the thrill

watching a dog walk
the benefit of aging
tuning out the world

dried weeds and dead trees
a clearing in knotty pines
silenced victims weep

place where no bird sings
the outer wooded reaches
nothing and something

walk in a nightmare
vision of haunted landscapes
lady photograph

there is nothing there
a place of the Holocaust
yet presence persists

never pastoral
every spot on the planet
is a place of death