Knob, Fog, Sun
An old knob slept amidst its breath
like a dragon wreathed in its own smoke,
sleeping silent as if in death—
yawning flames as the clouds broke.
An Old Allegory
Two cardinals fight for territory,
their bright, bold splashes of crimson red
clashing and spilling, that age-old story
of when Love compels bloodshed.
Boys Will Be Boys
Like whitewater tumbling upon rugged rocks
and then running smoothly thereafter,
the roughhousing boys took their stone-fisted knocks
and went on playing—bubbling with laughter.