we watched for the flash of a nuclear strike by day, and by night, the mysterious lights of UFOs.
Tag: stream
Blue blood
belongs only to those with no need for veins, like a wanderlust that starts where the highway ends.
the dead oak
has sprouted fat icicles
where it spans the spring
early spring creek
icicles get wavier
as they near the water
slow-moving stream
only a slight shimmy
in the ferns’ reflections
