worry
[…]
And you’re there and I see you there and I hear you there
But that’s there.
You’re there, not here, and I’m here, not there
Because it is a worry.
[…]
crayons
Coloured little sticks in their little box…
pieces of gold
[…]
and I look up
to the leaves
falling
gently upon the lively wind
pieces of gold glittering
[…]
The rain is coming
The rain is coming
The rain is comingI see the concrete darken
and glisten
I feel a gentle breeze
cool my skin
I smell that grassy smell
which heralds rain
I hear a pitter-patter
drizzle-drazzle
[…]
The words in his heart
The words are
infinite
even to say the simplest thing
(To express — to speak — to tell)
And yet
of infinite choices no one is equal.
The dragon flies
Wind upon my face, and in my ears
the roar
and my hands gripping a horn.
The air smells fresh and sweet
with notes of barbecue —
a scent from long ago.
As the others dance
The door
Towers above you
Grand. Majestic.
Carved ornate motifs in gilded wood
and metal
and marble all around
inviting you into its world.
The Potential of a Duck
Quack! Like a duck!
call it in
a birthday party. the house is silent.
A Scent
I never knew a scent’s command
Upon the reels of memory
Rising Sun
Alive to see the sun arise — you are so lucky.