
Flocking to bushes
Thorns be damned, plump and juicy
Delicious black fruit

Flocking to bushes
Thorns be damned, plump and juicy
Delicious black fruit

Primary mixable
Purple, mix primary red
Green, mix with yellow

Pleasant nasal note
Creates pencils and baskets
Native arrow shafts

Safe? Instinct shouts NO
100 years ago, even then
Not really water

Spirit of Rothko
Still, illumined thought, painted
Spirit of respect

Must be springtime now
Magically rows of holes
Sap and bug supper

Touch? Wash your hands quick
Eat? Do not. Won’t kill but sick
Look? Yes, many times

One two one two first
Four seven four six six last
That is my tag name

Met a man today
He was not purveying socks
He’s got Monkey Pox

Malleable, yes
Ductile, no oxidation
Some dream of mountains