The yard was green with grass and weeds, admixed.
I walked with heels and soon I sank in dirt...

May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...

If I was the shoe in your foot,
Who was the sock...

A bench is a place to rest
in front of flowers and a lake...

Hey, here. Come forward. Step into this field.
Have your head held high, high above the ground...

A cricket
chirping...

To mind comes
Abandoned thoughts...

I'm the ocean. I'm the ocean!
And you are, a castaway...

You tucked your feelings
in bed, and slept...

To awake one day and be
Like a corpse walking in empty streets...

On a fence made of iron a man hung his boot
he was tall with a beard that had grown to his...

I'm once again falling in this depression.
I was told, "don't walk too close from that...