september 24th, 2017

cool morning dew clings to forgotten

foliage high above the bend

of the bay – a family

of fungi, pale from dreams

and foggy shadows,

coo and caress

against a

sleeping

stone

 

 

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september 23rd, 2017

graced on the door of fourteen ninety-

seven a panel, more silk than

screen, flaps in the humid breeze

and where white blossoms meet

a seam unravels

flashing a peak

into a

private

world