Farmageddon ~

cardinal / gold v. purple

this Irish lass

says Go Cyclones!!

sightless eyes

mute mouths, deaf ears

the disablement

of the American people

~ for Wesley

loading the boat after a day on the water

sandhill crane flies overhead, magnificently

late August sun taps the hilltop, chef’s kiss

cellphone radar images:  red, nearly black; moving fast

cellphone alerts: danger ahead; seek shelter

cellar:  a place of refuge

cellar:  where one goes & hopes not to die

once upon a time

I looked into my future

both eager & afraid —

watching my shadow,

searching for clues

gargantuan footsteps

the ones they loved most

have gone away