cleave to the buildings, run from tree to tree. what use? the rain still finds you
memorial day sunburn marks summer’s return — no going back now
health food store breakfast — fair trade coffee, gluten-free this, dairy-free that
where is the bright spring we were promised? cold and rain despite morning sun
no more memories — why sacrifice the new day to relive the old?
waiting for the bus, years seeing the same faces— still don’t know their names
creek at night same as creek at day. I’m what’s different.
black grand piano, same black as the lake at night before the rain comes