Ode to the Lazy Eye
for her journey does not...

Two birds perched pretty upon a branch by
the quiet stream. The jungle deep in the lush...

Of whom I would like to say
bedazzled hazel eyes...

Weary
exhausted by the sunrise...

There is no telling
what I won't do...

Tender love and our tender years
how they have passed. I sift to find...

Ode to Pacience
And of the yift...

Ode to woman
Ode to her glory...