
coming to the top
the backwaters of the mind
fallen memories

coming to the top
the backwaters of the mind
fallen memories

until the whole world
love enemies as ourselves
heaven remains far
the crest of a hill
a pair of hawks on brown grass
eyeing passersby

a shaft of sunlight
bringing into awareness
the light that’s not seen

tornado and snow
fanciful daily forecast
unless it comes true