I disincorporated before anyone else
caught even a glimpse of a wink...

The scents and sensibility of death were...
as the suicide's wife entered the room they had...

I have heard the city's silent song
in the way perfect strangers share...

The phone call that came
was one I almost expected...

Suffering an unparalleled
case of Spring fever...

I entered through the nave, avoiding the...
dipped my hand in the font and blessed myself...

Mrs. Lowe has two pianos;
with one she's taught five generations...

Tire memories:
I was his childhood, my donut torso...

Between the asking
of what needs to be done next...

It's impossible
not to be in love with you...

Hers is a coat of many colors
vibrant as the days marking her life...

Comes a time when children leave;
they take their youth with them...