Day Light Moon
shadow stained mirror or
A ghostly embryo floating
in a womb of sky?
Fresh Water Habitat
lilly leaves drift in anchored circles,
birds gabble and croak and whistle
beyond the trees on the far shore
an ice cream truck blares its territorial song
on its daily migration.
Paleo Lithic Poems
Spirals of oxydized clay
the eyes of beasts
Coming soon more April poems in May.