innocent snow flakes
form above, fall below;
we indulge them
Let’s Call a Moratorium and Enjoy
The Tyrannical Burden of Enjoyment
Enjoy fully each day, each minute, each second,
an adage whose burden I never did reckon
Private Parent Parts
What do you do with the pieces reflecting your past
as they float by again and again
Reflection on Silver Scraps on the Road
scattered pieces of debris
flash their signal straight to me: