here
underneath this
Black Walnut Tree
quietly
watching
sparrows
take away
Irish’s hair
that i put
among
the Virginia Creeper
last week
enchanting me
whilst i lean
against
that old gnarl
admiring
it all
and the chartreuse
is so bright
it even
shows up at night
and shadows
are only
the absence
of the bright
and so i seek
happy
wherever
i might;
like pretty things
in sunlight.