Your bare back
framed by the window...

All the roses in my garden
are slowly wilting before me...

The river flows,
flows like a tear...

Let’s fly out this door
Into the bright air...

Ripe apples falling
Upon auburn crunchy leaves...

There must be a place
where the rain stops...

I tiptoe, hopping like
a blinded astronaut on...

I’m in my car.
Outside the heat is...

Crowd from the city
Come together by the sea...

Sometimes I sit down to write
But my hands are firm...