rhymed in ice
the old cottonwood tree—
an altar for emptiness
*
that rock in the highway—
only the drivers think
it’s out of place
*
elk in the windshield—
taking time to notice
how brown its eyes
*
when I forgot
I was waiting, the flower
opened
i like the rock in the highway. and i can usually be counted upon to remove them from their proper place(!)
ohhh! I also very-like your flower (forget-me-not?) opening. “life is what happens…”
well, y’know… I like them all. no surprise. well, as the title says, “four surprises.”
“Well, surprise! Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!” -Gomer Pyle
I know the title of Four MORE Surprises is likely a reference to the other surprises you have done in the past, but I smile at the implied notion that there are other surprises you are not including in this lovely series of four.