Lightning-struck tree regards
its’ sky horizontally –
a mild blue, now
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Zenku #718
A single feather
calming down to the
ground – weightless grace
Zenku #717
Take a number
Take a seat
Blood test queue
Zenku #716
Clothesline lost in
weeds – pegs clinging like
tiny birds, if you squint
Zenku #715
Shoe sole pebbles
barely fit the
profile
Zenku #714
Dog strains his leash
Cat stands her ground
Barking and silence
Zenku #713
When it grows too dark
to write, find a star
and re-site, re-sight
Zenku #712
An empty cup and
a bitey mosquito guide
my sunset retreat
Zenku #711
No politics today
or any other
would be a start
Zenku #710
The sea breeze
from far off
reaches inland, whispering
Zenku #709
The gruffness of
thunder as though it
needs more attitude
Zenku #708
Piano practice
Dog barks baby cries
Everyone’s a critic
Zenku #707
Parrots on the
wing singing themselves
up to speed
Zenku #706
Bees humming
a worker’s tune
in honeyed solidarity
Zenku #705
A storm arrives
after months we
sit and watch it blow
