Ukiah

Pulsar in a
Cabbage butterfly,
White wings flashing.

Victory Garden

Anger wrapped in
Breezes, time
Entangles: a scarf
Snagged in nettles,
If I lift it, tears.

If I leave it,
Deny a need--
Silk cloth, a
Weed-- I am
Uneasy yet free

To leave, not
Forget, leave
And regret a
Scarf only--
Not icon or flag

In hope unfurled--
And anger.
I retreat into
A larger world.

Romance Of Modern Horology

As they are
I've had senses
A long time.
Got used to them.

Some lights dim.
Others, at others'
Expenses, flare.
I know time, my

Name; planet, under its
Flame, explores
Eons by season, as do
I, within reason.