On hiatus with a praying mantis,
Lured by the Light, hands pressed in front of us,
A meal we seek: may mine be Glorified,
With snap and pop his falls electrified;
God’s creation, nothing superfluous.
Gary Edward Geraci
Bygone,
Steamboat steam stacks
Tall topping old shore pines
Blowing through a chocolate bayou,
Bustling.