spectators
early spring, a good day for sports–fruit flies gathered ’round a skillful spider.
early spring, a good day for sports–fruit flies gathered ’round a skillful spider.
resentment nurtured to the realm of art, though dazzling, doesn’t fail to choke the heart
your family tree is neither straight nor tall the branches twist and sideways reach but the roots go deep, through sewer and hidden seam impervious to rot
it’s not the spring sun that cracks the trees’ bark, but the new growth from within
is it the spring breeze that makes me shiver, or the moon, reading my thoughts?