3 Poems

sunaPonderous tides on the outswing

Owing to the white light from the sky

Fishes know what’s under the sea

And you, you speak in riddles

cunecUnder small mushrooms

A blade of grass

Worker bees visit the clover

Sunlight glints on dew

This microcosm a universe

Settling on the fungus’ shoulders

cunebStable Blend


The silence of the day

Perforated by pills and goals

One thing leads to another

And all is accomplished

Yet I am still alonecunea

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