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

I’m in my car.
Outside the heat is...

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

Pouring rain
on drowning soil...

An old rocking chair
Creaking on the sunlit porch...

In this valley of shadows
death has a taste...

Searing wood scent
eagerly fills the air...

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

Your bare back
framed by the window...

Walking my dog at dusk
basking together in our solitudes...

All those days you spent
Looking through that window...

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