Sidewalk Cracks
In the city
the wilderness breaks forth
from the cracks
Between sidewalk squares
life teems
with verdant beauty.
Park Bench
Little grey-brown bird
comes dancing, staring, begging
at my weary feet.
In the Garden
I looked into the garden
A satyr’s lusty face
was winking at me in the leaves.
Pregnant Moon
I looked up at the luminous
pregnant full moon
shining through ragged clouds
turning them into a silvery veil
that exposed her own radiant beauty.
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