Creek. In its restlessness… New Spring.
Slow. Dog… Age.
Same trail. Finding new joy… In the known.
Mountain trail. Can’t. Get away… Darn technology.
Rainstorm. Its slow move… Then sunshine.
Old dog. In his sleep… Smelly farts
Empty stare. At Flatirons… Quite alright.
Spring cold. My head now bald… Feels the rain.
Silence. Finding peace… In nothing else.
After rain. In April sun… Buzzing bees.
Stare. Across the floor… Nothingness.
Darkness. Smell of fresh rain… Fresher.
Soft silence. In the darkness… Raindrops.
Sm:)e. From across table… Yet homeless.
Moon. In it’s fullness… New madness.
Suddenly. Nothing… Else.
Moonlight. In it’s shadow… Dream lost.
Spring cold. Letting it go… Bare cherry blossoms
Tuesday morn’… By coffee pot. Wilted sunflowers.
Sunshine. In its glare… Flatirons shine
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