sea shells
the dreams we picked up
along
life’s shores
Minal Sarosh
distant
heron shouts
as hermit crabs face
the stars
an arm signaling
their
change of course
Ban Mihaly
spring breeze -
the cuckoo clock
is heard from outside
A
coconut rolled
Into a gutter and grew
A root that won’t
take.
Dennis Andrew S. Aguinaldo