Once There Was This Thing Called Water

 

soon 

after 

the 

beginning 

 

and as soon 

as the first 

drops began

 

to fall, 

then

 

the 

ever 

more 

 

rapidly 

spouting 

fountain- 

head 

 

began 

filling 

the 

hollow 

in 

 

the 

Earth, 

ready 

to 

quench 

 

every 

thirsting 

thing 

 

again 

and 

again 

 

but 

before

 

we 

knew 

 

it— 

never 

again.

 

Conceptual Prestidigitation

 

Slick, you look to have that 

Precious gift of sleight— 

 

A present always 

 

Better prized and appreciated 

When kept out of sight. 

 

 

 

Supine Acoustics

 

Helicopter drones 

Overhead—lone bumble bee 

 

Thrums flower power. 

 

 

 

Seeping Maculation

 

No nightingales near 

The river—even the reeds 

 

No longer rustle. 

 

 

 

Au Naturel Worldly Delight

 

Ingrained in the rock, 

The stuff that dreams are made of, 

 

Specks of sand packed tight.