Blades of grass
are blades of sun
and this morning,
I am the only one,
here,
to enjoy the sight
of bugs blazing through a cylinder of golden light
on a background
of black forest shadows.
The fallen logs,
with their soft-serve bark,
house more dwellings
than the entire United States.
So,
take care as you walk past
and remember to wave
like all good neighbors should.
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
