Spring cleaning rolls out /
the presence of memories, /
Christmas tree, and trash.

Spring cleaning rolls out /
the presence of memories, /
Christmas tree, and trash.

The Hail Mary here /
Is neither pass nor prayer /
but hope for the creek.

Filed under 2018, Photo by Lauren Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
4-1-3-1-8 /
Triskaidekaphobia /
All my luck foretold.


My doctor’s closet /
is on a knee to show basis. /
No bones about it.
The colors of stars /
Constellations in bloom /
Heavens underfoot.

Have our heroes left? /
Skipped a generation? /
Children move mountains.

Collapse, decay, end: /
dissolving into its death. /
Fungus finds a home.

Whipped cream mountain kiss, /
Berries touching a waffle, /
Subtly love comes.

The sign almost glowed,/
the word and the memories /
welded moments.


“End Road Work,” sign says. /
Declaration or demand? /
Hanging to stir doubt?