Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 5, 2013
A rumbly engined truck
trundles up the ramp
of the boxy ferry, its broad,
flat bottom unfazed
by rugged rumbles as
the truck tests low gear.
The physics of this task,
many toned truck, green
and white ferry, escapes
my understanding until
a successful departure
overcomes all doubts.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 28, 2013
It was dusk
The bird settled
On the black wire
Perhaps watching the sunset
Like me perched on my deck
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 25, 2013
He enters the almost dawn
Book shadowed shelves
His city slumbers
For reasons known only to itself
This Sunday’s clouded light
Makes an effort to be morning
His furniture rustles awake
Welcomes him once again
At this diaphanous hour
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 18, 2013
I do not know what the ant sees
Science thinks it can tell me
With its drab statistics
But I know the ants world is
As interesting as mine
A more earthy perspective
Bound by community and laws
Of civility hierarchy aristocracy
Each ant with its purpose to
Support the hill and the queen
Brief moments of solitude in
The search for sustenance
To be shared with each and all
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 15, 2013
At the edge of the room
Filled with well wishers
Filled with the indifferent
For reasons unexplained
She so carefully stood
Cautiously tall and still
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