134

The future
holds no meaning
without the hands
to hold
at present

133

these hands
weathered
with untold lines
invisible to
the eyes of current

132

out of cocoon
spreading the multi-colored wings
painted by the sun
off you go
Swallowtail Butterfly

131

the song on your lips
with the unsteady heartbeat
opens
sleeping petals of
Blanketflower

130

the color of leaves
turns deep crimson
as the skin loses
the memory of
the sunset beach

129

reading foot steps
of passengers
found
extraordinary tales
in ordinary beings

128

A blind kitty
in a box
on a busy street corner
with no name
Can you hear me?