the gate

.




















she's found the gate
in the wall of willows
sunlight of spring


.

More Walnuts

the crowds all gone home
sleek crows forage
through bits of bright litter -
Dandelions








stinging nettles,
young maples like weeds -
the mystery behind
your manicured lawns









trumpet vines
burst through the tarmac -
bangers on the corner
argue on their iPhones







a horn blows in traffic
the texture of twine -
high summer sun bakes
the brick wall








a dusty-red wren
perched on a pail -
heat shimmer blurring
the hot-tar roof









a musty smell from limestone
bits of broken glass -
the stain from fallen walnuts
stuck to our hands

Summer in the City

iridescence -
amidst the dandelions,
sleek crows forage
through bits of bright litter









stinging nettles,
young maples like weeds -
the mystery behind
your manicured lawns









trumpet vines
through the broken tarmac -
gangbangers on the corner
argue on their iPhones









the texture of twine -
high summer sun bakes
the old brick wall








a dusty-red wren
perches on a pail -
heat shimmer's glare
above the hot-tar roof









that musty smell,
limestone and broken glass -
the stain of fallen walnuts
stuck to our hands