Poetry

You enter the room
later you will leave

We...

once again
I did not click
on the ad
...

Path in the woods
in a foggy drizzle
dark...

There are sounds
you come
to know
...

Sunflower yellow dawn
below dark grey cirrus...

Some fall nights
when the clouds hang low
...

A bird
hits the one window
in my office...

The story is writing itself,
in real time
...

The sun is hot
and the land thirsty
for...

At dawn I came
upon a ring
of rocks
...

Wishing to write of
the mouse I was forced to...

The year
the century
the millennium
...

lazy late
October rays
graze the grass...

Fundamentally
mammalian

(our true family...

(to the rhythm of
"3,6,9 the goose drank wine")...

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