Small as a child's hand,
Light as a leaf,
Fluttering in the up-draft
That flows like a river of air
...
These inventions whose mother
We all know as necessity;
Too hard to deny this bastard child
While it suckles at her breast,
...
incoming waves
push sea foam up the wet beach
almost into dunes.
a tent hides lovers – his hand
...
sparrow
fluffs his feathers
dust bathing
I tried it once
...
boat bobs on a lake
creating round wrinkles
...
You are a kiss
away from thinking of me...
thinking of you
...
A
grain of
sleep
in the
...