does the small brown ant
ponder the infinite skies?
little brown buddha.
Archives for May 2015
high noon
on the green back nine
the sun folds into the hole.
is the tally high?
far sighted
glassy eyes don’t see
how the truth was meant to be.
presbyopia.
beggar’s stallions
begging for breakthrough
the alms grow stiffer and weak.
time’s flagellation.
’tis but a scratch
sometimes for the fun
cutting time into your arms.
or losing your way.
peanut pals
a squirrel all brown
eating peanuts around town.
a kindred spirit.