casting to the curb
possessions that bind the soul
ours and our forebears’
trash that we fail to dispose
inherited by others
casting to the curb
possessions that bind the soul
ours and our forebears’
trash that we fail to dispose
inherited by others
black and white scissors
cutting patterns in green field
artist hard at work
in the driving rain
under cover of the bridge
motorcycle cop
moment of serenity
before the busyness starts
divisive climate
the only response remains
flags flown at half staff
in the morning sun
old man runs wearing only
red shorts and ball cap
mouth ajar gasping for breath
his youth eludes him again