Have I unknowingly
swallowed an earthquake...

Your amicable compliments
paint my sky with shades...

When push comes to shove,
I'll be sitting up high...

I will erect statues;
in every park...

Words fall from my
mouth much like...

How does one stand
so tall on such...

My silence matches the
little vase by the window...

All of this gravel I'm eating keeps
chipping my teeth...

A steady drizzle of rain dances
ceaselessly throughout...

Sub zero temperatures
linger on the breeze that...

A few swift strokes of my pen
create verbal ecosystems...

Just as fast as the smile
fleeting across her face...