fragile floating lens
framing a fleeting moment
in iridescence
I used to spend a lot of time blowing bubbles with my toddlers in our soggy Oregon backyard. These flowers were so damp, the bubbles would land on them and linger, sometimes until little fingers popped them with glee.
don’t dip your toes there–
might not have toes if you do
‘ware the rockadile
I went for a very short walk in the woods where I’ve set The Tiny Giant, and I found this guy in the little stream, painted eye and all. I stub my toe on some kind of magic every time I come down here.
That, or someone threw their pet alligator in the outhouse a very long time ago.
YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY 