Short Form Poetry

SEAFLOWER New-sprung nectar in full bloom at edge of sumptuous sea; lavender flower, reaches to noon sun, waves roll closer, immerse pluck, deliver her into unknown ocean of azure dream. Geckos bark and dash probe walls and windows ~ cockroaches beware. hot humid night flying termites hatching a toad feast
	When and If If and when I grow olden as an oak tree Will wind shake me tremble through leaves then strip me of bird shelters leave me to stand denude to a Sapphire sky? Might natural causes bring me to an end to fall and decompose myself into the earth to begin again and again if and when. Red Cardinal sings a solitary song finches reply

	FISHING WOMAN ^ She is perched on wire crated seat at platforms edge safety rope tethered snugly about her waist hand woven net at her side, lies in wait. Eyes peer into dark torrent, waters rage, fall below. Sensing line in hand, she waits knowing the difference between the rushing tumbling moving force of water and the Sacred bite of Salmon. Tropic tradewinds do not blow strong enough - to lift sleepy eyes clickety-clack - wind whipped palms shake out birds