Friday, June 11, 2010

evening

little folded squares of white tissue
glowing against the dirt beside a log
along the path in among the trees

tear flowers

someone else was crying in the woods
today

Sunday, June 6, 2010

anxiety

one cannot hold or catch the sudden and violent wind
rolling in before the storm

not your hands, not my hands

sadness

rain all night
i will still adventure today
solitary