Mercy,cried the popinjay to the pope,
Please forgive my esoterical hope,

{Day 20}

white water
Anise seed head yields
its scent
~


{A seed head hung on your bedpost is said to restore lost youth}

deep space walk
cleaning the visor
of stardust
~

underpass
urban pigeons
survey the traffic
~

responding to life...
save a bull, ride a cowboy
bumper sticker fact
~

mile 6
2 ladybugs asleep
in the milkweed

sundial
long shadows
at sunrise
~

To Late

Witness a dying tree there,
Past the freeway you hear,
Like a gapping weir,
That we overlook - its their
dead tree, waiting here
as guilty as Hell we're.
~

(An entry for Bout 7: A Homophonic Sextet)

rush hour traffic
dirt particles
race around Saturn
~