One-Eye stubbed his toe
and it took everything he could muster
to avert the flow
and save the town from his tears.
What weight
is borne
by the shadow of our flight?
I know not,
but I know this:
the lower we went,
the closer we came,
and we crashed
when we hit the ground.
Desktop (old style)
Sea swimming
in the sand
searching
for the one pebble
it couldn’t let go
Man with his head in the clouds
Mystery in the ditch
Does the wiggler want out
or does it eat what I can’t see?
Whatever it’s about,
an ant got the worm
and the strong have their way
in biology.
Greece
Catching bees with chicken
in an olive tree.
Elsewhere
Winging it
Beatrix
The young Queen Beatrix, by Andy Warhol
