Soon Harvest Would

- She was gentle as Wind through the Wheat - I knew when when She was here, I could sense her warm presence - a mesmerizing Breath - In the summer Nights when the Soil sweats away its last Pearls, we liked to talk about Her, Tales Indolent - soon Harvest would break the Spell -

Chance/Choice - II

Soon there will be nothing left. And nothing right either.

More - III

A Circle - IV

A Circle - III

Urbi et Orbit - Eclipse this vicious circle - Let it gravitate around distant equators - Let it revolve towards necessary stars - Let it rule on unlikely solar systems - King of its own slopes, Gardener to its own theater -

Haiku of the Bubble Tangerine

Soapy burst, no sound

No flare as my lungs shout out

Swim upstream for air