
Walking at sunset
Light dances upon the trees
Squealing children play
I dig computers

Walking at sunset
Light dances upon the trees
Squealing children play

the bees speak in code
can we hope to understand
secrets of petals?

scent of old books
espresso machine’s song
hints of jazz piano
Thinking of Beat poets while listening to jazz this hazy, smokey Seattle morning.
walking amongst trees
sunlight climbing to the west
motion of my feet
These ghosts of summer
Gently fading into time
This cool morning air