Reed Altemus


ZEN I

a crescent moon
fog on a field
a lone horse
a possibility discarded


ZEN II

a cloud
made of small
                 black birds
in a pink and violet
late afternoon sky
my astonishment


ZEN III

several leaves
caught in a chain link fence
quaver
in the wind


ZEN IV

a single dandelion
growing from
the concrete of a highway underpass
no others
in sight

 
 
 
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