
with landing gear down,
a crane banks on his final
approach to touch down
–photo by me

with landing gear down,
a crane banks on his final
approach to touch down
–photo by me

we’re drawn to the sea
as if we might remember
something that was lost
–photo by me

The young swan was ridden with shame,
And his cruel mother’s words were to blame:
“You’re big and you’re dumb,
And that’s all you’ll become!”
And in time, that’s all he became.
–Photo by me

i love storms;
when black clouds appear
with lightning
and thunder,
i get a tingle of fear
mingled with wonder
–photo by me

the sun aligning
with a porthole in the clouds
is like new-found faith–
suddenly, we see the light
but who can hold on to it?
–photo by me

a cloud-cover leak
emits a fine, high-pressure
spray of stray sunshine
–photo by me

blue jays remind me
to never set my drink next to
the keyboard–again
–photo by me

lion’s tooth
tooth of lion
dent de lion
dan de lion
dandelion
–photo by me

they say he’s
very vigorous,
flying from
nest to nest,
but the word polygamous
really fits him best
–photo by me

a long-legged colt from fort worth
complained at the time of his birth
that there wasn’t much room
for his legs in the womb–
and i’m sure that his mother concurred
–edited photo by me