I awoke to bird song
A bush awash in voices
In this darkness: spring
poetry, prose, and photography
I awoke to bird song
A bush awash in voices
In this darkness: spring
Oh peanut butter
Deep within my intestines
My abundant life
Engine’s rumbling
Masses of plastic and steel
Suburbia lives
Softly blowing wind
The tree’s motion rattles leaves
White noise moaning
Girl Scout cookies
A regular exercise
Failing discipline
Guitar’s caress
Moves against my soul
Alighting my mood
There is a future
Existing so far beyond
A earnings report