late spring . . .
oregano sipping
sunlight
whispers . . .
the dryness of a
thousand dreams
hoarse laughter . . .
the weeds dancing
at noon
scorched earth . . .
worms tunneling
darkness
(for Robin Williams)
the echo
of laughter in the stars . . .
oh captain!
dry soil . . .
have the worms aged
as well?
dew drop world . . .
a butterfly stretches
her wings
old woman . . .
feel the dew sliding
down petals
ebbing heat . . .
gray whales towing
porridge clouds
breeching . . .
is it true that
a whale dreams?