OPERA©

first light

morning fog

street sweeper and a distant jet

beggars disappeared

greed is good

triumph of the system

ARBORETUM

my game is no game

and no particular rules

my thoughts don't think

I am butterflies that don't wink

but then

come to think of it

rules are temporary ditches

ARIA

transparent  mist wreaths a waterfall

releasing countless generations  

those who look will see what lives

in the depth of a flower

or in the act of looking

in the honesty of not knowing

letting dew gather of its own accord

nations, neighbors, bees

all greet the mist

countless stars not resting there

murmurs of the heart

that has no bounds

are they drunk

snatching bush berries

red robins

squirrels play

hurry scamper dash!

catch the flea!