Singing reaches my ears
From the strumming of a guitar...

Separation damages the heart
Creating rips and tears...

Heart thudding
Feet pounding...

Early for tech
Wanting so much more...

You let me down
Kicked me in the dirt...

"How are you," mom inquires
over the phone, after supper...

A sigh from him
then one from her...

I can see you there in my dreams
But want you to go away...

If I could fly
I'd fly to you...

A deep whirling pool
Turning forever...

I remember spring in Port Alberni
all the green, emerging at once...