{ mayannee } oh the thinks you can think!

sudden summer rain—
strangers at a train station
huddle together

rocky seaside cliff—
wave after wave, pound and crash!
opihi cling tight

freshly paved roadway
carved into a rolling hill—
longboarders’ dreamland

This town is empty…
An earthquake and tsunami
laid it flat to dry.

Awake at midnight,
I treasure the rare silence
before the world wakes.

The yellow brick road
itself won’t excite me if
I must walk alone.

The sky faithfully
collects water from the sea
to give to the earth.

The crowd is silent—
eyes glued to the ball as it
falls in slow motion.

Yellow painted walls
look so golden when the sun
casts its light on them.

The ball floats up, and
everyone holds their breaths in
anticipation.

The caterpillar
can eat its meal quickly, but
a bird is faster.

Wildflowers bloom here

where people do not stampede

by without looking.