Germination

Green bud splits the soil,
Straightens its back to the sun,
Unfurling its arms.

Call to Prayer

Echoes before dawn.
Warm, like a choral sunrise.
Cleansing of the soul.

The Last Toilet Paper Sheet

Utility brown,
Draped like overcooked pasta.
Marooned and wanting.

Slinky

A fat, lanky spring.
Lopes, long-legged, like a clown
Down, down the back steps.