Summer Sunday,

holding a forced auction ~

white roses.

Spring summer ~

in full bloom,

cola cans.

Stranded

in polluted seas,

the snowman.

Spring evening ~

chatting ’mongst themselves,

returning birds.

Yellow steps

’cross the street

they cheer, too.

On a roof

chasing a bone,

Sisyphus.

Spring opening

the perfume o’

new pages.

Spring opening

outside my window

supernova.

In my face

fresh warm humid air ~

clean dishes.

Spring morn ~

both washing our faces,

PJ & I.