Wednesday, August 30, 2023


4 am 
low motor sound in the cul de sac
black sedan full of young men...boys?
scanning for opportunity
key fob relay thieves, or
tools from the trailer out front
 - maybe gas from the shed

the tired monk emerges
from the cedars
puts down his morning tea
120 000 lumen flashlight
clicks on 
illuminates the temple yard, 
and startled faces

one burglar turns
jogs away
lands in thick ditch muck
tumbles into the side door, and away

one shoe remains 
stuck in weedy slime

Tuesday, August 15, 2023


bulldozer rumbles
ploughing over trees
pulling up roots
that cling to ice age rock

tremors shake
mud quakes
windows rattle

I turn the radio up
and look away