at the rose’s core
in the center of layers
beautiful Nothing
2019.07.16: fixed
zero dark thirty
cars from all four directions
stopping at red light
2019.07.15: encroachment
sudden change of scent
morning solitude blasted
neighbor’s Coppertone
2019.07.14: belief
it is so easy
to profess with mind and mouth
not with heart and hands
2019.07.13: mystic view
where morning brushes
the top of a gentle rise
a crown of broom weed