Dead moth in my bowl--
It's a sign or an omen:
Put the bowl away.
Does Buddha look pissed
Sitting on junky table?
(Maybe it's just me).
How the green light shines,
Twinkling with the leaves it shakes;
Bowing so gently.
Two puff balls growing,
Fall apart in their softness;
Too late to eat them.
Susan's jungle grows;
Now the fence cannot be seen;
Will the house be next?
Mooing through the trees,
Olivia watches me,
Then she moos again.
On the wire fence
Lonely bloom seems to be caught;
Just doing its thing.
Another mushroom
Grows in plain sight on my lawn;
(When did it arrive?)
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