Thursday, April 13, 2006

Dogwood at night

A warm full moon night.
Spots against the indigo:
Pale dogwood blossoms.


Along the roadside —
Clover blooming in a field:
Green speckled with white.


Behind a fence,
Portable outhouses sprout
Like stinky flowers.

Cash crop

The cattle are gone.
Now a crop of houses grow
In the old pasture.