The Sahara is another vast sea Of zero-edge horizons And remote hours of austerity For “sailors” upon caravans And the Sun beams mercilessly

My heart is an empty jardiniere Receptive to flowers and affection… By your wayward glances, I could… There is a festering attraction But speak up bravely; be not passi…

Spring days like these Were made for katie ruellia— Who is royalty among flowers— Robed delicately in purple. There – she arrived for the festiv…

How capricious it is To follow the tail of a comet And skip across Saturn’s rings - To wade in endless streams - Cloaked in ether’s blanket

Through a break in the trees Flows a tawny river Sanding the rock endlessly As a peerless carver. The jungle is not seen

Oh star – brightest star – That’s first in the sky – I don’t need advice; I just need an ear. Nobody else must know

Rabat is a black pearl Of cellophanic rainbow Gazing upon waves that curl And lick a shore little known. Gibraltar is the dock

An inhospitable truth I have To carry throughout my life That must stay buried in my heart— What a terrible truth! It dances on my tongue

Forgive me, young dandelion. I did not feign disinterest. My mind has running thoughts That stole my attention. You only meant to be a friend.

As empty as the future So is a soaked page Whose ink has run off. I hope to be the author; A new and boundless decade

Music starts my little church And bids us goers “come forward” - Timid and cleansing at first - Bringing voices to one accord Then Chris’s voice waxing loud

Two streams that converge And flow inextricably Are like two lovers Meandering about who meet - Not knowing anything of what

Weeds as tall as children Partially hide the dusty windows. A long silence hangs Where once promise echoed. Broken glass fills the street—