for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

trove (sequence)

on street –
a shower of petals
for no one

i meet
a hissing rag rug
but dog-stunned cat

singling along
i catch a comet spray
among the daffodils

and pass by
side lying pigeon eyeing
sky path—unblinking

on my window—
potted jewelweeds,
had shed off their sun-strips

the moon shines
on maple trees—
on a city asleep

published in LYNX XXIII:3, October, 2008


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