Opaque Providence

SPORE, borne millennia through ether, lands on planet.
DEITY has deeper purpose, but eye sees only germination,
MANGA frame’s worth of an alien species uncoiling,
SNOOP all you like: purpose is only for spirit to see.

Annual bath

The slightly illiterate stable boy celebrates a once-a-year event…
TUMORrow I’ll do the washing. The
SLIMY, stinky, mud-covered
TUNIC will be first. Then I’ll wash the
STRAW out of my hair.

Lying in Wait

KNOLL. Lying in the shrubs, waiting,
STEELing for steal to go down, once
GLOOM has deepened to thwart watching eyes.
FELON to be? Yes. What they have on him outweighs.