poem

spark of an idea
ignites
sets my hair on fire

words (those survivors)
jump out the mind/windows
onto the trampoline/page
as
poetry

poem

there is the driving/when
you are going
to work/you cannot
stop and take the photograph
seen so clearly
there-
by the side of the
road

the sunshine reflected
snow melt pool
cedar tree
the clouds
sky of blue all
therein

dream piece

i am trying to split wood with the maul, but the wood keeps folding in an accordion fold, and i am getting nowhere