Rushing Thought River

Rushing Thought River --
sometimes I've lain down in it,
sometimes just a toe.

Written Yesterday

Solstice sun still hot --
geese cross the twinkling lake,
never mind the glare.


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Old woman, rushing - -
she stops to smell a rosebush
and hurries away.

The rushing of freeways

The rushing of freeways--
a small white and grey stray sneaks
past, alone. 

8/28/14

Rushing in, she smells
of Earl Grey tea and cool night air.
Then, sounds of crickets.