No one’s left when he returns. They’ve vacated common spaces, laughed their way to other places. Pay no bother when he’s around. Words ignore and plans exclude, but they keep him...
Greatest gift when freely given.Threads its waythrough lives untold.Each one will it their days enrichen,and more laughs will it unfold.
I can hear only the wind. It snakes its way through the hills leaving fugitive trails in the shifting yellow grass. It cannot touch me here, in the lee of this rock. Two, no – maybe three times...
If in your lines no love I find,
I’ll take my leave; bid you goodnight.
A wandering shoe.
Black, broken strapped.
Of night’s abandon.