the worms contemplate

day dawned dour

patter of rain splatters on

my window woke me

long before the alarm

the harm to my psyche severe

my mood muddled

in puddles left in landscape dips

 

worms wriggle across my drive

congregating to contemplate this spate

of soaking weather

and whether to return to grass or

sacrifice their lives on

treacherous asphalt beneath

beneath a lumbering car

Bubble Moon

 

The bubble moon rose

and froze

white on the indigo sky.

 

No male visage

smiled out,

but feminine arcs,

concentric

crests and caves

graced her surface.

 

She glanced off ponds

amid flowered fields

and glassy windows

set in sleeping houses

bringing sweet dreams

to all below.