Old Glory is smartly marched down the aisle
when the opening ceremonies start...
rivers bend the smell of
smoke and mash...
My view
Earthy tones...
She sits silently in
solitude, allowing...
Can I enrich the sun above,
flavor it with a taste of honey...
Your heart is torn
in the beautiful mess...
So much to say to you
yet I can't...
A drop of water
unique in cosmos...
A few swift strokes of my pen
create verbal ecosystems...
Luna called to me, during a dark night;
The crows were hauntingly beautiful...
There wiz a maid wae auburn hair
an' oh sae fair o' face...
In an overwhelming darkness,
I find myself to be searching...