You nudged me in white rings of escape,
my fingers drifting across your hazel drops...

...

I taste the heat of summer's past afternoon,
even though night has cooled like a canopy...

My cross feels much heavier
than any weight I've pulled before...

You used to unnerve me.
Until I didn't care anymore...

They don’t call it terrorism
unless it involves a Muslim...

I take a photograph of the unwritten horizon,
waiting for golden notes to flutter...

If I don't say (something), I'm not sure how I...
my head up, letting the sun give me premature...

It's suddenly the middle of summer.
Winter has crawled out of my attic...

What is waiting in the
stars? What is written...

Nobody ever shared with me.
Time swallowed up my opportunity...

is
shouting at...