At last, you find a
new hair colour, or a husband...

If winds could know,
they would know it...

The sun has so far to go
alone, cast at dawn...

I write things,
things that...

Heaving knowledge
in crisp, convenient packets...

Sitting on a park bench
at five PM...

Hey now
come take my hand...

My brows are also knitted
As the wool descends slowly...

Much can be said
when...

I like skirts that float around my knees
Like cobwebs...

On-ly-clocks-work-
Jul-ians-Dan-iels-Jims-and-Petes-work...

I was once made mute
By the question...