May 2022
Bio Note: Rain keeps drizzling which in no way lessens the songs of spring peepers. Today I dug up bloodroots and planted them alongside the daffodils.
Toko Shainado’s Art
calligraphy
falls off
her brush
art beat
heart beat
art treasure
red blood
on legs
black wings
beat void
bird art
lines flap
lines tangle
lines diverge
ancient
red energy
modern
black box
stroke up
stroke down
stroke stops
Shainado
lives to 107
last year’s seed pod
brown bare branch
a thrush sings
Fire
After Song by Big Daddy Kane – The Wrath of Kane
The heat is on
so feel the fire
a crumb starts to walk
no, it’s an ant
a hornet sting throbs
you’re in its space
shooter hits a mall
mischance, you’re there
a drive-by shooting
devil’s own luck
struck dead by lightning
sunshine, no rain
only one monarch
lots of flowers
barefoot on grass
clover without bees
a silent springtime
the frogs don’t sing
fire season west
the sun shines red
the fire burns…
©2022 Ingrid Bruck
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