Friday, May 3, 2013



surprises on 
a Friday walk..
one hanging dead
leaf from autumn
suspended through
winter winds
never to fall..
large boulders 
aligned to suggest
an ancient flow..
dead rabbit remains
a coyote brought
this violent end..

walking surprises
seem endless..
those differences
carry life forces
of creation..
we then ask
what background
do these forces
expect to rely..?
consider a white
blank page as 
the poet surveys
Knowing that all
is surprise...!

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