The refrigerator – never one to mince words.
Smack dab summer is trying on every breeze.
My galore finally arrived!
In late summer, it’s just a matter of looking through your closet for the most comfortable swelter.
What reasoning of a raindrop that falls from the sun?
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a dark
cloud and wring it dry over the garden.
I’ve been missing you so slow.
I trace abstract heliums.
I write the edges into the vanilla until it is maple.
A sudden book falls from the table into loud silence, into the heat, into a passing cloud.