Little purple fleurs –
Dotted low across the lawn ~
Survive my mowing. 


Hyacinth bouquet –
Rolling scent, rolling thunder ~
Caressing senses.

Awoken at dawn –

Dun dove on my windowsill ~

Bearing a message.


For Edmond Sheeran.

Ocean to mountain –

Now a riverside pathway ~

Folding space and time.

One hour from the strip –
More meaning in one crossbed ~
The Valley of Fire. 

Morning beam of light –
Penetrating the canyon ~
Lugh stroking Danú. 

Your dark gaping maw –
Ten meters from where I sleep ~
Dreaming of Deep Time.

A smile costs nothing ~
Leaving the office today ~
The cleaner, the guard. 

A school of brown rays –
Gathered and mating densely ~
Leaves in the ocean.


Metro ride to work –
Hipster with old camera ~
Gives seat to mama

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