05 Walking:
Madame Brett Park…
… while walking, i composed several micro poems…
_ Collecting eggs– while rooster casually rapes a chicken._
_ Early morning walk– the air thick and pregnant with heat._
_ Two cormorants, wings outstretched– we’re innocent!_
_ Plush rabbit doll lying on the trail– missing childhood._
_ Two redwing blackbirds fussing– love or war?_