031820b

this shell
remnant of a critter
lived its own life
no thought of you
who might hold it
80 million years post-mortem
and decide
it's not that pretty at all

071419c

this tiny bug
I can barely see it
dying on my desk
I swear
I did nothing to it
we don't spray
too small for a cat
to bother with
looking like chaff
but I saw it try to fly
it tried

062318

lost to love
to mortality
a name carved on a blurred stone
still his father remembers
still his mother brings flowers
though the crimson-mouthed
vine she planted
shades the funeral bower
where his mayfly descendants play