Fruit, flower, photo.
Earnest humble offerings.
Inert, still alive.
…
The church’s slim spire,
aspiring to reach the gods,
falls short, keeps trying.
…
Broken Christ sculpture,
empathic quiet witness.
Forgiving us all.
Old Buddha statue,
awakened wise woke teacher,
enlightening all.
…
Still life on display.
Sitting Buddha, stones, green plants.
Make passersby pause.
…
In dimly lit rooms,
angels, demons, surprises.
Hidden in plain sight.
In dimly lit rooms,
candles, matches are revealed.
Among the shadows.
…
Bright noon light shines strong,
shrinks shadows, sears soft smooth skin.
Parasol, please, please!
