I come into the woods
not merely to escape...
They say holding two contradictory thoughts
as your personal belief is the sign of genius...
Nothing like tooling down the road
with a belly of sushi & tempura...
There are infinite
ditties out there...
A sleepless night is interrupted
by the creeping of light...
The moon rises over a garden
filled with squash and pumpkins...
There are shavings and
dust and laughter...
Nothing left to prove,
four years for a legacy...
Was born to be old;
just hope not to go until...
Ghosts of memories
are manifest in the fog...
In the stands you could
just make out her face...
I could be anyone I don't know
parts of me are unknowably strange...