Not sure where it will take them,
the clouds dress themselves with...

I try to shout to her....
but my echoes have no balance...

He rolled toward me like
the ends of a firework...

I haven't yet figured out
how I will take this Sunday...

You can't say I don't have any more
home runs left in me...

Dancing is what the trees do,
on a sun-sleepy ocean of inky leaves...

Your lies are tracks of the past
and though you ran a million different...

A hug for her and no one else
vowed in word, left to forsake...

I feel as if May has swept me up onto its
hot air balloon, with devoted winds...

There are times when we are not sure
if the lion could ever truly speak to the lamb...

I love you to the moon
and all the way back...

Hunger stabs at the anxious
folds of my stomach...