6.10.2011

some poetry

10/2008

At times, the merest
of glimpses into the infinite
is just enough

The cold breath of night;
peering up at the Vast Black,
pinprick'd and unknown




4/2007
drawing parallels
tarsals tucked in surging froth
watching sandpipers



4/2007
let us not idly
sit on the shore, in the rushes
as worlds collide

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