Scope

On the side porchby the holly bush,black ants traversedthe warm concrete They fascinated me,these little creatures busy withtheir close friends and family I was alone;the neighbor boyswere busy turning overrocks in the creek So, I sat by myselfwatching those antsknowing they weretotally unaware of my presence I was too large tofit into their scope I … More Scope

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Frames

I hung up a poem put in a frameto read again as I pass it each day As a child I caught fireflies in punctured-lid jarsbut at bedtime I’d let them free to go play Frames can highlight beautyjars can capture the fleeting So, I’ll frame my life with intentionslid opened for serendipity