Beguiled by a handsome stranger,
seduced by the crook of a finger...

Subtle eyes of blue
laying in the water lilies...

Avert your eyes from the terror
of another single afternoon...

Love was the fishing wire that tied our wrists...
We were too drunk with youth to see anything but...

Sighing. Alone, of course.
Underlying a canopy of stars...

Puzzle-pieces in the ground,
kids drawin with the colors of their voices...

You called me last night
after you and your mom had a fight...

I used to think
that people who believed...

Hazy longing, sweetly sing-song-ing
never stopping, yet always pausing...

A new year approaches
with sparkles of hope in its eyes...

It's funny how oft I'll rewrite a line,
to make it clever, or witty, or rhyme...

A blaze of summer, long and lazy
streams along in tunes so gaily...