Nobody ever told me
the morning feels better...

Let us be strangers tonight;
two hungry pigeons gathering...

You’d never tell
how capable of grieving...

Wait, was that a gun?
You honestly couldn't tell...

Heading for the Southern Coast
to spend a day with family...

In, thoroughly
then out, slowly...

You learnt to turn your fingertips
into curves of light...

I can feel the shy water
gurgling under the ground...

In February,
there is tenderness in the air...

The world is uneven.
It gave hawks to fishermen...

The thought hits me sometimes
like a bolt from the blue, that...

Sometimes, I like you
with hazelnuts...