She told him,
I love you...

Said tree to its shade:
You pester me with your drifts...

This afternoon
I could...

It is, after all, a polite seduction,
our mutually modified introduction...

Tea drinking and tutting, while
Constantly tucking...

This poem isn't mine at all
It starts and stops like someone else's poem...

No one saw me
late last night...

It rained heavily during the night, and in the...
Fine men and women saw the puddle and thought it a...

Then he was tired of hurling himself
against the flashing, jingling cage of the city...

I have a thought; I would extract and polish it
tenderly, almost every moment...

Silent appreciation
is overrated now...

Cradling a microphone on
the stage a scrunch of...