In the cityI remember green you can smelland breezes you can hear;Clean rainSilent mistsSpider webs glisteningand solitudethat stretches far and wide… In the cityI live with mostly greys,Harsh vivid colorsslicing it in pieces;The smell of industryBurning coffee beans like tar;Howling trafficPressing crowds,eye never meeting eyeand solitudea tight defense around you… In the citytime is cut …
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Falling Colors
Walking in the woods of autumn firein my own autumn, wistfulheart to the colors lifts: Allthe triumph of a spring advanced victory of a summer livedthe flowers gone to fruitand fruit to seed dispersingon the errant winds that blow…All finished now, and sogreen departs the leaf and reed, the wind whips over flaring brightsand muted …
Drama
Ouch! Ow, I say! OOOh, aaarrgh…! Are you looking my way?How loud must I be to get your attention? I need that and comfort, And it’s my intention To lie here and moan and weep and groan ‘Til you take proper notice though I must miss outon my luncheon! O, woe! 2004
LOOSELY SPEAKING... 