As frozen tears thaw
to rest upon a petal...

A dry flower falls
from pages yellowed with age...

I was a crack in the mirror
or was I a mirror with a crack...

Insomnia prevails
solitude, familiar as my faded housecoat...

the bed is empty
no jasmine nor lavender...

Every day the pulley
would come up or down...

Bread
freshly baked...

The US leader
a very important man...

Perhaps I have become
immune to inclement...

...until
the crack found its home...

Morning newspaper
the world's depression in print...

They stand in rows,
yellow and stained...