My shadow struggles
to keep up with me
trips over
...
Trying to find sleep
in what was once our bed
I find only
...
My uncle
sits cross-legged
the shiny sickle
...
She was born
into a world
without telephone...television
...
I was a sad young man
on a train
a train
...
Rain hits the lake
again & again.
One can almost hear
...