This time around I have a little golden book
of poems and dreams for Spring's latest show...

ove, I haven't missed you
since Easter two years ago...

The day's only getting started,
you have no reason to look so sad...

I've been reading the words you left behind
again...

Artistry
You hold a pencil in your hand...

I always love when days get
so long and tragically dark that...

Perhaps if I had wished you godspeed
or, at the very least, wellness...

Coming home, here,
breaks through every layer of brick...

I've been many places, but I'm not worldly
and I've gone through a lot just don't call me...