I like rain
The sound of it...

They say it’s a temporary thing
These thunderstorms...

Brightness and bitterness
Beginning and end...

The holes in a bucket
The emptiness...

They say there's color in my indifference
But color is a perspective...

A hundred forty-six
Fifty-two green...

For, You
Late afternoon, the eye dims against the bleeding...

Sad, isn't it?
That an ocean...

The forlorn shadow
Amidst a field of sorrow...

There are some things
In life...

Today, as yesterday before I sleep
I'll clasp my hands and give you my speech...

I passed by west main 13, the gym, and the entire...