Sweet young birds you are Or butterflies Tasting the nectar of...
I tried to write a poem about the rain But it...
Air is cold against my head Like a damp cloth Or...
My teeth are stones in sunlight Pieces of French bread in...
I am sitting solemn Listening long To your memory I see...
Of groove Uniform tight Laced up boots Heavy, awkward Laser light...
Why does the child’s sand castle stand Without praise How can...
She sits Faded green velvet chair He stares Through smoke filled...
If the whole world Had tear stained cheeks Would there still...
Gone is the ice age That drifted to heart last summer...