Poems from Rian Giddings
anyhow its latewe really must be goingtime waits for no man
sitting on that fencewhere darkness eclipses sunthe mind's penumbra
enjoy brief moments --
the catapillar's coccooned
metamorphasis
shifting winds
grain fields dance and whirl
dizzy waltz
mountains from molehills
made in the moment that dog
sees his reflection