Winter storms long past
yet show their damage...

I could be anyone I don't know
parts of me are unknowably strange...

The first attempt
may be random...

How would you ever
learn to make wise decisions...

Mid July summer is sad
less than half left...

He lies most peaceful
who leaves this earth in knowledge...

There are shavings and
dust and laughter...

Archer casts aspersions at the sun
crying light blinded aim...

Child comes racing home
unzipping as he enters...

Cool
humble...

There are times I feel my life has
gone upside down for no reason...

Finca Magdalena grown
beans roasted fresh pick'd...