October 11.20: Coping

Is the pond a kaleidoscope,

tumbling, soulless,

into accidental beauty,

or does it

in wistful deliberation

dream itself in Giverny?

 

 

January 30.19

 

A cold sun in the sky

twins itself on ice;

the amaryllis roisters:

it too can ignite twice.

 

 

Disconnections: September 16.18

 

Pond pixels at dawn

play at reflecting

rippling jigsaw

its own dawn confecting.

 

 

Connections: March 4.18

When trees hang from skies

the basement’s the roof

I walk on my head

the world is a spoof

I know it’s not water’s

placid illusion

it’s my headline-induced

cerebral contusion.

Connections