An afternoon brushed over roses,
falling asleep in a nighttime hue...

A tempest swept away
mounds of whimpers...

Temple bells, resonant.
On the stairs...

I carry my plastic-coated days
in a portmanteau...

Not every morning
witnesses...

Wish I were a CD
ringed on your forefinger...

Love comes...
Like a shower in the midst of May...

Light
clears up...

I have burned all the bridges
behind, but my traitor eyes travel over...

I slog through miles
to embrace your bricks and mortar...

[Based on the boat race in Kerala , India during...
A hundred oarsmen...

She revolted, "boring life, this!
Same old spring will be bringing...