Lake Water

clear lake water moves
wind blows across it;s surface
a cold world beneath

Silver Strings

caught up in a web
shining silver strings hold me
close in the darkness

Papa's Shed

children hiding
inside Papa's little shed
dinner time

Blue Wrinkled Face

I see them each time I leave the elevator.

The blue white wrinkled forms asleep
like a blue haze, everywhere. The seem to
have taken root. Lifeless legs clothed in
multicolored cheap fabric. Thick roots grow
down into the blue carpeting. Oh god I must
keep moving or I will become one of them.
The dinner bell rings and they awaken slowly
as if from a dream. They wheel themselves
towards food. What food I know not. I must
leave here. I must run. Oh God give me hope


wrinkled forms come near
my heart pounds with in my breast
run run run away.

Budding Trees

spring so soft
slowly spreads to all
naked trees
stand straight and tall
magic creeping limb by limb
budding trees come forth

Dawn

in the black of night
a faint flash of orange red light
a new day rises

Floating Leaf

floating leaf lives on
despite the coming rain fall
soon all floats away