a lone dove
coos at the arcade
amid the bustle
we forage for time
to write these songs
releasing a bee
trapped in cobwebs
my heart soars
as I’m drenched
in autumn sunlight
winter gusts…
on unfinished pavers
flicker of shadows
my mind questions
paths I should’ve taken
forest temple…
in between chanting
plum blossoms
from an open skylight
a windfall of petals