On the waterway,
a white heron observes clouds...

some days is as if
i were an airplane being piloted by God knows what...

At a bar, just as on TV, the crowd cheers as an...
all his opponents, shoots at the basket from the...

In front of a window, an orange cat
and a white mouse dreamily sit...

If I were birds like those above our heads,
The ones that fly by fluttering their wings...

The blues of the oceans are deep.
Many dive into them...

In the meadows, winds call your name;
listen to them clearly as trees rustle their...

often, days go by
like food on the bird’s feeder...

the tragedy, the love, the tragedy!
This will be found in the following story...

blankets on the floor
some pillows falling off the bed...

You said,
"What a shame, they no longer make them...

Poetry, you were but specks of dust underneath the...
crumbles of cookie Oreo next to my touch pad...