Of life You have given us the roots We need to...
Known are we Into such precarious pretense You, quivering a foretaste...
On lottery tickets and love Lady Luck is for the queen...
I would rather sleep in the desert Than under a willow...
And into the night Have you sensed my presence In uprooted...
He comes And goes He rarely throws Me only bits Of...
I write for myself A captive audience Quiet. Attentive. Nearly inaudible...
Your time will come, sweet thing So just ride it on...
Hearts grow fond of Each other’s company. It’s a wonder our...
Orange fingernails And Spanish legends Of human tails Lawless as we...