Archer casts aspersions at the sun
crying light blinded aim...

Crushing, brutish struggle,
head gripped harshly...

I'm not one to say
I told you so . . . but I am...

Walking from the park exit
I hear the owl again...

Spring snow covers path
smooths the ground level in white...

Lambs gambol in fear,
fierce beasts pursue relentless...

Asking for thinking
in the middle of the night...

I've served my time entrusted
with raising children and their friends...

Daughters are the hardest to parent;
you need the finesse of a master chef...

Once I believed in my destiny
to change the world...

Recycling is
a salve for guilt at using...

Do I know that you're toxic?
How could I miss it, love...