Living is nearly
Impossible when...
Who am I today?
For that I would not know...
I wish that I worked properly with knees that...
I know I had a hand in that, though not exactly...
The body vanished
The soul continues to march...
Becoming an
Estranged wife...
Time's tapping
against my tea cup...
My wine glass
shed a tear...
Time knows no bound
Your thoughts carry sound...
As I look back on the winding road
with many a twist and turn...
A snake hangs limply from a
knotted branch, its...
The beautiful
monarch butterfly...
...they came every Friday
to their bench by the lake...