i'm looking at empty cup
can only hold that much
i can talk about it all day
doesn't change for me
...
there's something i can't let go
it takes me to, to spin, i know
i never thought it comes within
but rather my whole body is in
...
i innocently waiting at 7pm
hoping i hear a ring or some
but never came for sometime
it must be earth's wobble
...
i bury my soul in music
every time am driving
i love beat that almost
equal to my clicker
...
perfect body that seems to be
against wall gentleness at bay
holding breathe for magic shot
freeze that moment with plot
...
sweet shinny berries cling
between tiny twigs hiding
from hungry beaks of desire
and watering lips on fire
...
i visited a fruiting tree
watching buds reach for me
though sun is shy and gloomy
this tiny fig full of fruits
...
duck has her ducklings in tow
walking across fairway i saw
so adorable in soft yellow
moving in straight line to lake
...
i feel happy looking
at picture of my dog
on my key chain; lovely
reminds me running with
...
i have staring contest
with crustacean under
water; when i poke my
face closer she bit me
...