Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this
All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.
I saw thousands of pumpkins last night come floating in on the tide, bumping up against the rocks and rolling up on the beaches; it must be Halloween in the sea
One day Time will die And love will bury it
There are not too many fables about man's misuse of sunflower seeds.
In a Cafe" I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.