A flower's
     intensity
          lingers.
She is much 
     like that

© Jon Bohrn (2001)

Sunday

bike tires
struggle with asphalt
sprockets tense,
while the wind
slips through spokes,
laughing.


© Jon Bohrn (2001)

Summer evening

The moth's aimless flight
     intercepted
by my cat's fanged trajectory.

© Jon Bohrn (2001)

Sunset Beach

I don't want
the strength
	to turn my back
	on the ocean,
bent to the thought
of tying shoelaces.

© Jon Bohrn (2001)

Firefly
  
            Punctuate 
your dark dance 
with exclamations 
            of light ! 
   

© Jon Bohrn (2000) 

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