Imagining 42 Tiny Scuba Divers
Bubble rings like misplaced
angel halos arise within
my teardrop from tiny
scuba divers the size
of pinpricks swimming
about aimlessly with salt
coating their masks,
and high on painkillers.
Drifting
This stunning crimson feather
drifts effortlessly
in the hot summer sky,
and defies gravity
with each passing
minute.
I pluck this treasure midflight
with my thumb
and index finger.
I long to display this beauty
in a little plastic box
to add to my collection,
but instead, like a lone
escaped flame,
it burns me.
Sandcastle
It is the size of a penny
this miniature sandcastle.
I kick it, and send particles
upwards in the troposphere.
They do not travel far.