If I was a lion then I would growl
But I'd always be alert on the prowl...
Evenings like these leave me cold.
The smell of burnt wood and almost summer sits on...
The scars, carved
tributes to...
Maybe I picked it up in some checkout line—
a Walgreens or a grocery store...
A walk,
Through lonely lanes in quiet solitude...
I'm like a dog
with a bone...
(You can't race the sun
and expect to finish unburned...
Hello world,
or is it goodbye...
I eat too much
I sleep too much...
It’s been a while...
my eyes have gotten used to seeing...
The silence of the morning work bells
contrasts the roar of the modified Black Marias...
The spider takes up residence
in the corner...