I find
oases in strange places
spot
the jewel inside each fool
...

If I could relocate
the imagination of my childhood,
lay it next to
the experimentation of my teens,
...

This morning when I woke
I choked
on the freshness of your breath
that serenity
...

You sit there in front of me
legs spread across the girth
of a double seat
arms folded against your chest
...

She was sitting at the bus stop
dressed in turn of the century black
waiting for the bus
that takes the leftovers
...