This poet sits in lonely room
observing life as from a womb...

Winter sends my thoughts South,
Like birds, flying in formation...

How many poems can you wish
That you just could hold his glove...

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| The...

The freighter cruises toward
a beautiful sunset...

My loose ends catch upon each other,
Sparks misfire circuits that are wired differently...

Mediterranean cruise has me addicted
to sitting in my armchair at the railing...

It is a rare heart that appreciates
the compromises others make...

Four teenagers ride by
on their bicycles...

This mirror lies, it is a false witness
for it depicts my chest whole and clear...

Seeking truth with words
would yield as much substance as...

I sit here listening to you talk,
you don't even realize...