Three corners to join,/ three aspects to share/ - what was, what is, what will still be// Three hopes to evaluate

Deep look of a mysterious woman/ Illuminates the path/ Of a lonely man/ While walking towards the/ Eternity./ Look

Before developers built houses/ Orchards existed here. Fifty years later/ Someone cut them all down, a

Rivers do not/ Their own water drink/ The sun can’t shine/ On itself, we think/ Trees do not eat/ The fruit that they

The moon beholds the stars,/ Shining pinpoints in a vast distance,/ And smiles knowing that proximity/ Makes

Walking late one winter afternoon,/ I suddenly heard a lovely tune;/ Looking for where the source could be

I am through a superb window – looking./ An angel of feeling awakes in me./ The dreamy oak-trees stand alway

The future is the present/ when it comes./ And the present becomes the past/ with each living breath we take.

After more rain/ than the earth would swallow,/ after more wind/ than the roots could bear,/ do not marvel/ to see

If I’m honest with myself,/ words just fail to capture/ it. Every time they’re/ never quite able to/ encapsulate

a four-letter word/ like love/ and hate// they become lodged under the tongue/ neatly spaced/ waiting// …to share

Anxiety squeezed my lungs with/ sharp talons, punching its fists/ on my heart through my chest.// Anxiety

There’s a fire burning in our backyard, fueled/ by kerosene, dried leaves, & bark from the/ birch tree, a tree

The next-door neighbor, a former classmate,/ Slams his front door in a huff and a puff,/ Stepping out into the world

I don’t even know/ what burnt umber looks like/ or why you’d burn an umber/ to make it darker,/ and my eyes

The stars don’t care/ if I am right or not;/ they don’t judge or criticize./ The bird that flies/ through the skies/ and

The springtide wakes up not only in dreams./ The snowdrops blooming in the moony garths./ One listens

People have let me down/ The moon rises in the sky/ I bite my nail beds/ And hug my knees/ The milky dawn

Poets are/ Hitchhikers/ Waiting and// Waiting to/ Ride on the/ Next thought train// To unknown/ Places deep

I like to see the shine of it/ Just when it is there on the ring/ With all the others/ Even though someone else/ Gave