this here
this is only it
a bud
a flower
petals on the ground
each one as it happens
that is only it
existence
Poem #725
floating
light as a bird
pretty as a peach
delicate as a peony
in her blue paisley print sundress
among the tall dry grass
does she even exist?
Poem #337
cat lays aimlessly
eyes open but unmoving
not much to existence
human sits tense
eyes wide and flitting
existence is temporary