air that won’t fill space
water that won’t flow downhill
hearts that never love
living for others is love
dying to oneself is life
air that won’t fill space
water that won’t flow downhill
hearts that never love
living for others is love
dying to oneself is life
green leaves freshly ripped
lies sprinkled with last year’s brown
waiting to be raked
among mausoleums
model of the Great Banquet
the tulip tree buds
wrapped in white plastic
protecting nature’s bounty
against nature’s course
last ride in August
summer bringing extreme heat
helmet and tanktops