working so hard
forgetting the lard
melting the oil
useless toil
...
A long time ago
i have that fear that being alone can be a tragedy
For instance, who shall fetch me water from the well?
Who shall give me the glass? and serve me breakfast on the plate?
...
I like to see hills. Meadows.
Blue skies. Blue birds.
Trees are lining like
confident soldiers.
...
travel is a way of
forgetting that you are trapped
in an open place full of
chairs and tables which they
...
For fear that it flies
away
over the fence
and be gone
...
the two of us can make a good pair
we know it, we are just perfect for love
we feel it, we can make love grow as healthy as
the biggest squash of the county
...
you look back
seeing another face in
dusk
you pretend you
...
caught in this web
of a spider-
illusion and you are
once again the
...
it is midnight and i hear
again the howls
of the distant coyotes
somehow
...