Looking back to now
I failed to See the beauty...

Seen many hyped up premieres,
events that promised to be...

The air is heavy with your perfume
pulls me to you like a homing dove...

Great Moon, mounting globe, sacred Lunar
eucharist eye: portion for her feast...

Rowdy glides through
the same dog-paths...

Some of you children must go to the stars
please take my ashes, they're ever so light...

My coffee may be a little more bitter
(sugar withheld for health and weight...

Thomas is about words
but not empty words...

At Newgrange light crept slowly forward
as the sun rose past the banks of the Boyne...

Four teenagers ride by
on their bicycles...

I always remember my aunt
with a black veil over her face...

Beat
locked up...