(1)
When you are blue, Sky,
day after day after day,
I stop seeing you.
(2)
the moon is so full
it seems to be watching me
as I watch it
(3)
We all have a heart,
but some of us still haven’t
learned how to use it.
(4)
Carefully pruned flowers
greet me at the park’s gate and
I smile in return.
(5)
what is it about
a staircase in the distance
that’s so inviting
(6)
oh, cicada,
what would summer be like
without your symphony
(7)
The smoke of incense,
curling thickly up from your grave,
washes over me.
As always, thanks for reading.