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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