Why do these days on lonely streets I cast
a clouded jewel on dolls devoid of face...

A Lama leaps out,
then a waving panda...

Bon voyage
She's sailing...

"":.:""
"''II"&quot...

A thread caught in my eye
as I looked, by and by...

.
expectation waits...

These days, I use this place as my bolt hole. Down...

Why do warm days reduce in size,
And seeds fall with the Autumn leaves...

Petals dance shoulder to shoulder. Purple, violet...
Wistful wonder lifts its palm to praise a...

~ ~ Words played from the grave ~ ~
So many years have passed and still I cry...

Moon beams dancing
behind my eyes...

Incessant flies are buzzing
In these fire-hydrant times...