Inside my head
isn't pretty
stirred or shaken
a can of worms
...
Grasses are parched
dry as dust
a cancer spreading
dry rust
...
May your God
bless you
as I would wish
Jesus
...
No one
can catch
the dandelion seeds
from cartwheeling
...
A slow unraveling
of the morning light
at such a leisurely pace
for the world
...
Don't be disheartened
by critics
and poets
the knockers
...