I glance back at the stoic siding and windy shafts
with reminiscence of healthier schedules...

The day mourned as if every tree base
was a rueful cry that became softened...

Snow is the stack of cards,
maybe aces who are looking...

My locution -
ghosts of a garden...

Dear Father, I'm imagining myself anywhere but...
enveloping visions into my life that I will...

I summoned you as if you were
a call away from Barcelona...

The overpowering ocean makes love to the sensitive...
an underwater kiss bursts throughout her coarse...

It's as if my heart started spinning
and the beautiful mirrors around me...

You thought Sunday's were always
good for foot massages and being...

The sight of a church so large, resting
calmly so high above your eyes, mounted...

He is a visitant upon my
forelegs...

Only a few hours without the sight
that took me back to remembrance...