despite eating through
the farmer's long grass, that day...

The Icon, Sir Terrance fades to pips...
his fans send their man a final kiss...

Why does a form whisper across my view
In places where the unfamiliar go...

Questions wrapped up 
in a chrysalis became...

Each step on the tightrope brings
Another jolt of white fear...

A Haiku..
Tangerine slik hangs...

Lights spark and fragment on a salty sea.
Questions flitter behind strained, tired eyes...

Down the grassy knoll
ewes trot to a low lush field...

Condemned wood
Life...

On a summer sea
an ocean of promise swelled...

his angelic voice
broke as innocence was stained...

An age has since past
yet, this spring day brings barbed hues...