Red Rocking Chair

A red rocking chair
abandoned in a field
of freshly cut clover,
rocks back and forth-
squeaks each time
the wind pushes
at its back,
then,
retreats.

-1975-

words & photo: Michael Lee Johnson (more)

tearing

feel the morning sun
tearing holes in the night-
chilled shade of the forest

Pavement. A sort-of Haiku

somehow we ended up
with less and less of the world,
and more pavement.

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words & photo: Eric Wrisley (more)
originally posted in September 2006

skywards

black forest sunday
road slope stop

a wooden bridge
an unnamed stream

leading into a forest
of green calm

of trees growing skywards
while they steadily

keep losing ground

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