the tragedy, the love, the tragedy!
This will be found in the following story...

blankets on the floor
some pillows falling off the bed...

You said,
"What a shame, they no longer make them...

Poetry, you were but specks of dust underneath the...
crumbles of cookie Oreo next to my touch pad...

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

A lemon split in half, adorns a cup
while aunt Maria pours the tea to mom...

When Love began to ebb back to my arms
the sun had risen warmly in my heart...

How lovely are the days when flowers bloom
but also when the rain comes dripping down...

Down the corner to the left, across the gas...
a dog dogs a dog while another dog tails and dogs...

Agony is a doll across the room.
She rests in a bed of pain...

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

One day, the Dust said to a Broom,
“Love, sweep me off the floor...