Lottery tickets: /
hope for a summer future /
scratched away today.

Lottery tickets: /
hope for a summer future /
scratched away today.


My doctor’s closet /
is on a knee to show basis. /
No bones about it.
O’ sweet bumblebee /
You with my camera I see /
Do you think of me?

The colors of stars /
Constellations in bloom /
Heavens underfoot.

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

The weeping picture: /
Nostalgia for the forgotten. /
Captured by brush stroke.

Filed under 2018, photo by David E. Booker, poetry by author
Collapse, decay, end: /
dissolving into its death. /
Fungus finds a home.

Birthday cake, candles, /
ice cream, and time sliced into /
wishes and treasures.

Filed under 2018, photo by David E. Booker, poetry by author
Cat in the shadows, /
deciding friend or foe. /
Will she feed me?

Filed under 2018, photo by David E. Booker, poetry by author