Clatter on tram tracks
puddles of rain...
[ Edited version of "The floor lamp"...
Upright column...
They are witnesses
of so many rebirth of springs...
Urgency
for scripting expressions...
We will meet
someday...
Octaves do not
speak anymore...
Billowing up in a serpentine queue
the smoke tangles around you...
A traveler bus
standing by...
We stand together,
we stand apart...
Wish I were a CD
ringed on your forefinger...
Exclaimed one, "are we
mere scavengers?"...
I feel too sluggish
for the New Year...