
crowded horizon
searching for something unseen
when is it too late

crowded horizon
searching for something unseen
when is it too late

even a small light
can be seen from some distance
when all else is dark

rooftop encounter
not sure anything transpired
just – hey I see you

rising crescendo
the choir of cicadas sings
ode to late summer

early morning light
slipping through the undergrowth –
a reveling soul