the bed is empty
no jasmine nor lavender...

Left behind by migration
I could only...

and...
as the night-flower of anguish...

This is who I am...
my hands tremor to the point...

Eyes glitter and glint
with their jewellery of tears...

Inhale earth's perfume
emanating from moist soil...

You said you saw me waving
from across the crowded bistro...

Morning newspaper
the world's depression in print...

There wiz a maid wae auburn hair
an' oh sae fair o' face...

The shopping mall
was still quite empty...

They stand in rows,
yellow and stained...

Unique ice crystal
forms intricate lattice effect...