The summer stretched on
long and hot...

Flickering candle
snuffed out by six callous breaths...

On the wall, two bugs
bets are on Freddie cockroach...

I am a river girl while,
he is a desert-man...

...lie beneath a headstone
with the words...

Empty
life regressing...

Souls, left to wonder
in the uncertainty of...

Little Boy fell silently
from uncaring mother's womb...

There it was
on the kitchen bench...

In the still of night
a shrill scream...

You were there...
Although, quiet as a note...

The shopping mall
was still quite empty...