Noon 16

Noon 16

  • dark sky viewing

    dark sky
    viewing

    the world
    our oyster

    I gulp
    small holes

    and an awful
    emptiness

    in the silence

    words no longer 
    conceal

  • my shadow / the fantail


    my shadow

    the fantail

    brushes
    a headstone

    on a fruiting branch

    without a name

    surfs the wind