Snow in Autumn falling,
yet hanging on to fresh air...
Look to the night sky
see the stars twinkle...
My starkest moments
have not been recorded, yet...
It was not dark
in a killing field...
In a haunting trove -;
there was a synthetic insanity...
Sorry
Mister Blackbird...
From the top of the hill I can feel
the wind blowing on my face...
in a rumpled,
black city...
Little worm appears
After much scratching, gets lost...
You held each raindrop,
with its shy, flickering shine...
A sorcerer moon was rising
amidst grizzly clouds...
THE ANT AND THE FLEA
One Day an Ant and a Flea did meet, they sat down...