the moth sadness

drapes the hedge with solitude

then the thoughts come 

 my old age ignored

for when they ignore me

i am a child again

 a troubled angel

came in through the front door

left through the back door

 armfuls

of flowers

happy days

 the top wobbles

his held breath reaches out

again again 

 sea breeze

a leaf enters our beach hut

for the winter

 his dog tag name was

futility ~ absolute futility 

that broke me up

 hoar frost

yo oh! yo oh!

time to swim

 tarmac’s tomb 

under so many parking lots

all our yesterdays

 just imagine

being able to grow a feather

you can’t can you 

the cat and i 

after comparing thoughts

we take a nap

 guess what i have here

the grandiloquent whisper

of snow’s party game