Thursday, April 23, 2015
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Refuge
Woodstock Chimes
above the belly
of a palm, where
coconuts lounge
beneath a fan of
fronds,
that hum
at a bulging
breast of papaya
bursting
green and discover
this lush valley
behind the tilapia
stream.
Then note
the red cardinal’s
tweet
as it excretes a
tomato seed
on an orange
bromeliad leaf
beside a greedy centipede.
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