a big mulcher roaring
by roadside clearing
swath of land for road
grader push surface soil
...
why morning is so dull
for anything besides
wiggling my whole body
on my aged bed, feeling
...
look right through
can you see; see you
beautiful things be
does it makes you smile
...
I miss searching
malfunction cause
triumph of finding
fixing like new
...
I am watching bubbles
popping from quiet lake
fishes stay away from it
what could it be; methane
...
a group of feet waiting
for morning ride to work
talking minutes to greatest
there are laughs, smiles
...
I was sitting on a hill
when puppy came licking
my hands, I was thrilled
I look and nobody around
...
oh! sails painting my way
so as birds sing lullaby
on soapy shore. kissing sand
I feel coldness on my feet
...
awakened by chirping green
at dawn of feast dreaming
from far away lone voicing
a new life wishes to begin
...
she ask mirror why?
why nobody notice her
even she barely has
no clothes on; skimpy
...