It was long ago
and memories now...

Beware of what you say ‘yes’ to
it is such a small word...

There are gentle Spring days
when the air hushes...

I don’t have space
for grief...

Homecoming isn’t
the same anymore...

They say you are gone
but I know you are only...

I have a few addictions
Italian food...

The clock does not know
it will continue ticking...

The owl came last night
it’s never been before...

The squawking parrots open
the first bars of morning...

The earth knows
no religion...

There is a reason we need roots
connecting us to each other...