It's a small bridge over a ditch
from the parking lot...

Advantage of age
your gray hairs do not show up...

In these hillside streets where we walked
roam the ghosts of who we once were...

It is really tough
for abused children to grow...

Already dead tree
provides a safe nesting site...

Ah, she walks through my youth
drawing me back to beaches...

He's not a bad man
just madly in love with Her...

I tell you the ice
upon which you glide is thin...

Learning something new every day
is not necessarily a good thing...

As the day returns
to the sea of becoming...

Now at the twilight of human existence
world scientists have come to an agreement...

It's easy to tell
you have dogs in your back yard...