You're away like a season
or a lost minute and I'm...

Yesterday
when the sky was blue like hope...

There are lines that cross the void between the...
and shape them to their fates...

Before the waves and waves of tribes
crested and splashed against the emerald shores of...

Walking together down a path crowded with moss,
white oaks, and thorny bracken we pause...

I.
Mornings tumbled in bed...

I. Summer
I figure near the equator...

Dreams sweet and dark and hungry:
warm breath on cool skin...

When mincing
at the margin...

I want to make worlds
in miniature...

The tome in prominence
on my shelf...

There is goodness in living
a life like a young river...