Three shorts



The Spirits of the laws

(title stolen from Czeslaw Milosz)


A crowd gathers

at the edge of a burned field

representing nothing

but a burned field.

Lightning could have caused it,

but we know better.






Ocean Floor


At the bottom they see as the surface,

a place where all oxygen is crushed,

breathless life gathers

around a volcanic vent,

warming their hands and trading rumors

about a surface far above,

a place where all oxygen is crushed.






A short poem to the Statue of Liberty


You must learn to smile:

Endurance becomes you

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