Kids in the field
running before colorful kites...

Four teenagers ride by
on their bicycles...

Suspiro de Senora (Sigh of the Woman)
The quiet embrace of your company...

It lies beached and eroded
steel decking sags in exhaustion...

The moon rises over a garden
filled with squash and pumpkins...

59 and body hurts?
I've got your cure...

This mirror lies, it is a false witness
for it depicts my chest whole and clear...

Underneath the sidewalk we cannot see
beneath the concrete is a mystery...

Mandela (Trois-par-Huit)
Suspicion...

Intertwined
desires fully aligned...

Neon guitars and Day-Glow stars
no longer put a grin upon my face...

"Just give me the title," he told me.
"I want to be judge - for a few weeks...