Prayer

On the plinth
of a shrine
a butterfly
closes it wings.


The Pillar

I'd rather have lived
in the eye of an hourglass
with its narrowness of view
than between the calcification
of stalagmite and stalactite,
where each drop builds
more and more solidity
of past and future
until the present's
subsumed.


Freedom

Tall, lush tomato plants
with all the warmth and water
and sunlight needed,

But look how their leaves 
press up against the glass.


Anger

The rain bounces off our patio.
But no matter how hard it falls,
it will never bounce back to the sky.

Tristan Moss

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