The Argument We Never Had

The mind feels no wind.

men and flowers

if a man forgets he was a child…

Curious as a child is curious, she held her finger there, though it burned her slightly to do so.

“… only perchance remembrance breaks the heart”

I admit it attracted me

The slow erosion gathers us all, whether we run from rain, or into it.

Quit lookin’

A flicker in shadow, the faintest touch of color, the form and the finesse.

Tiger is tiger, and man is man.

every day I feel my self filling / as a river fills with sweet rain

In the end it was only silence.

You and I, you and I, you and I!