The atoms assembled and became a Burger King tray. Black, plastic, with sides meant to hold the food in. Scratches developed over time, and the plastic faded. The Burger King was renovated and the tray was tossed for a newer design. It was taken to an incinerator and vaporized. The atoms were ripped asunder but …
In the moment between heartbeats In the silent orbits of moons Existence stands on tiptoe Breath anxiously paused – Hairs on my head choose a direction to grow Oblivious of solar winds Ambient radiation that bombards Growing in steadfast silence – Atoms divide and combine Evolution works its slow wonder Volcanos wait It is all …
A pomelo sits, Cold, forgotten Alone in the recesses Of a dark fridge – Bought on a whim Forgotten with an exotic cheese Left to slowly over ripen Never considered otherwise – Its sour juices Shall pique no taste buds Nor will its pulp Gather on a glass rim – Light flashes and doors open …
The fog rolled across the valley and the trees swayed in the wind. The general sighed and looked down at his Snoopy shirt. He felt ridiculous in such a getup, but he was retired after all. He shouldn’t be sneaking this cigarette either, but what his family doesn’t know won’t hurt them. They were inside …
Leaves dance, In afternoons lazy – Time flows, Through their pores – Moments exhaled, As CO2 gas – From linens, White, soft, welcoming – I respirate, Moments inhaled, exhaled
Sunlight Upon the soft grain Of felled trees Arcs slowly – Branches Thick with leaves Cast playful shadows Dancing, swaying – Feet Warmed by rays Photons baked in Celestial furnaces – Time Marked in progression Of luminous projection Hours spent.