I see you out there
peering in occasionally...

Life without drama even if stressful
where tension arises in the mundane...

Whenever you fall
laugh heartily at yourself...

Why do I connect
with ruins of people lost...

I thank providence
my peccadilloes were done...

The sky darkened just now,
thunder tumbles over the roof tops...

Appreciated,
being thanked even some bit...

Soft here,
tastes of...

The sharp ridged hills are called the devil's...
Fields of trodden grass...

Took away a gun
found my name on the bullets...

Walking from the park exit
I hear the owl again...

Interestingly
he never reminisces...