the sun descending
casting shadows long and vast
on sunnyside’s past
the sun descending
casting shadows long and vast
on sunnyside’s past
the pines lullaby
soft and low, a picnic shade
bathed in sunset’s glow
antique silverware
wrapped inside a baby’s bib
found when grandma died
calm before the storm
along the marsh and tall grass
stillness has no name
from glacial shore stance
watching a drifting iceberg
float past frozen toes
echoes from geckos
revivals, southern bibles
overgrown tombstones