The locust branches

have always been little men

that only wear their clothes

in warmer months.


I see so many things

no one else can see

some of which

are even real.


I wonder about the doves

descending from above

a couple I will let

land so near me as a couplet.


I see so many things

no one else can see

some of which

are even real.


I see poems

in the rain

I hear words

as it falls.


I see so many things

no one else can see

some of which

are even real.


Do you know of something

like the wind

that we can't see

that might be real?