My soul - empty of
lilies (your favorite...

Softhearted,
her tears travel...

There are ways we talk around
her, taking shameful steps...

Life is like music,
There will be high and low notes...

Mama used to sing on those stuffy days
when a storm locked everyone inside...

A light flickers on,
reflections taint soil...

Where can I move where you are not near?
I skip through the fair, hands groping air...

You are my miracle child
a letter of stainless ink...

1. I sculpt the eternal Heavens
with the palm of my hand...

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

My pleasant December,
Oh, how I greatly miss...

I never carry tote bags and cherries
strutting the streets like frisked apple berries...