A creamy tornado
mulled amongst the strawberries...

Rose petals dance
on her grave...

Bitter tea echoes
in a bone-china cup...

The bleached confetti
Fluttered on by the winds hand...

Time moves in a clockwise direction,
and the tide caresses the shore...

The train came early
that morning...

Mindful eyes, peer through the glass.
Homes of humble people, it is presumed...

Taste the mountains on Venus trips
Counting, feeling penniless sips...

I was trying to hear the song
on the radio. He'd turned it...

Eyelashes caress my cheek,
-- your lips, do the same, on mine...

He raised his burly head
slightly, and as a canine...

Rousing the keys
with her left fingertips...