rainstorm awakes me
the iPod's concert ended
public clapping loud
...
It is chiefly
the hump on his back
that gives grandeur
to the gait of the bearer
...
my runaway train
stops dead in its tracks
wound down engine
...
standing at window
waiting for the night to end
...
one would think
when I am writing you a poem
that words come easily
like the flies on my bread
...