continuum

words, like weeds
grow not on
artificial turfs.


its tender buds
timely nipped,
a bougainvilla blooms.

Redwood giants
they become, burls
surpassing the gold rush*


* remembering the Avenue of the Giants
in Eureka, California

notions in motion

laying underneath
beckoning from above

lying behind
becoming ahead

darkness glowing
in a candle light

shadows sheltering
at highnoon

notions in motion
turning blues into songs.