Electric outlets:
The holes look like lil faces.
Like they’ve just been shocked.
Kitchen light with dust.
Dust on top of fatty grease.
Dead bugs in the dust.
A wee lil nuthatch,
Upside down on a pine’s trunk,
Enjoys a lil snack.
The lilies are gone.
Seed pods grow where each blossomed.
Infinite lilies.
Two doggy ears perked.
A squirrel jumps limb to limb.
Unseen trails abound.
Owls hooting their plans:
I’ll hunt over here, ok?
Fine, but this is mine.
Infinite spirals.
Light upon light upon light,
Condensed to matter.
How are they so loud?
Joyous, worry-free laughter…
Oh, to be a child!
I sit in the shade.
The early evening sunlight
Lights up the tree tops.
A lonely squirrel,
Trying to make human friends,
Is called rabid. Shunned.
A brook trout rises,
Leaves fall down to the surface.
As above, below.
Cumulous clouds high
Up in the sky, towering,
Chemtrails above them.
Late summer crickets:
Such a pleasant background noise
For contemplation.
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