frowning poppies'frond leavesdisperse the prickles
seeing the sun thru them —feel it in myself
thunder reminds methe sky is a bell jar[posted for sandra]
mist on glassesseagull tilts his open mouthyou re-contain yourself
the lump in my throatI produce an apple
[ooh, nice one]rainy day sportssink the red billiard ball.thunder cracks.