A young man
in a greying soft sea green...

As long as she inhales
starstruck sunshine...

I swear I've glimpsed
your burnt orange skin...

-
Heavy...

From the corner of my eye, I watched
the sun slip from consciousness...

Philadelphia skyline is everything but art
when I call for the sun to sink honey...

While she peers
over my shoulder, and calls you...

The name of a child seemed
miniscule at the time when fresh rooms...

Remember me
for the moments where trees...

A little rain for you and I...
it's all I long for...

Around the river bend she twirls...
wondering when the trace of dawn...

Time has chased the brightness
of partially lit avenues...