Gifts from a loved one:
things with gaping holes in them;
we cling to comfort.
Comfort
Tag: nature
Mad clouds
Arms wide, in the air,
partying like the eighties—
wispy clouds scatter.
Sunset stroll
Strolling at sunset,
racing the deep horizon,
to awake the moon.
Up
From beyond the trees,
like a dead man arising—
the sun gathers mist.
Shine on
In its dying light,
fleeing imminent darkness,
our sun shines brightest.
