can you see the bunch
wildflowers I picked for you
yellow, white, and red
better we let them to live
all their days in sun and rain
can you see the bunch
wildflowers I picked for you
yellow, white, and red
better we let them to live
all their days in sun and rain
blurs of black and brown
hawk flap for flap with raven
more than game of tag
wide sheets of water
runoff from bountiful rain
painting spillway white
greenness of oak leaves
walker stopping in mid-stride
old eyes see as new
all hours of the night
fading in an out of dreams
trains and crossing bells