What would I do
no matter how idyllic...

Noah's Ark
floundered at Mount Arapiles...

To my brilliant doctor
I asked...

The little chattering
blackbird...

I'm like a dog
with a bone...

My poem
a snapshot...

My obtuseness
got in the way...

I find
comfort there...

Perhaps
I can only hope...

Nearest and dearest
I love you...

They'll never
box me in...

What it was
they'd laugh...