buyers' market

a buyers' market
small house called my attention
come and look at me

burning bush
lit up the front yard
says welcome

red mourning

when the stories end
a beautiful irony
arches achingly

fields of gold

(sting & i muvrini~ fields of gold)

seventeen turkeys
avoid holiday dinner
stand beside the road

another flock has
gathered in the golden field
dark shapes far away

vanishing small self

.

vanishing small self
touch the space between each breath

navigate the curves

advice to myself

.

some thoughts for later
when the darkness pushes down
just come out to play

YES WE CAN!!!

standing on the line
scan the choices and then pick
hope can defeat fear

What's going on?

the coin purse
of my attention
is leaking

get to the bottom
by digging a little more
carefully don't rush

I am wondering
is there really one question
to last my whole life?