Summer Thicket

It's crowded

Here, in the thicket

Where everything is

Being lost

Becomes the refuge 

Of preference

Breathe

Listen to the wind
The breath of our earth
Sit and be still


Lensbaby

Ground Squirrel

Is nothing like ground beef, or pork.

If a ground squirrel lives in the ground

Then I must be stucco human

Mono Lake Visitor Center Lawn 

  

Where Rivers Are Born

Opportunities
To cleanse ourselves
Left the building

Long ago

Presently
The remaining remedy

Stabs our backs

But necessary

Mount the conveyor

And keep the mouth closed
For god's sake
Keep the mouth shut

Long enough

To pass under it's power

Water, crushing the hatred

Exposing the old purity

Respect of self
Respect of others