An itch begins inadvertently
as a scar dries up in this shallow sea...
I am Tuesday's child,
born on an August morning...
Hollow of soul
And hollow of heart...
The leaf waits for me
like a woman in love...
You
a sin...
A Poem For Her
A traveler she was...
A lifelong journey
Beaten paths I've worn...
I've placed food upon plates
over a tasteful conversation...
I'd bury my face in your shirt
and mumble something...
Real understanding
of what true love would require...
Freshly brewed coffee beans
wafts upon ribbons of autumn...
Every Afternoon at Four
Every afternoon at four o'clock...