Creature in the Sun
Crescent, morning bun
Pages are blowing
Stories worth knowing in the wind
Paper delivery
Daily anxiety
Off to a good start
Start with a good dark comedy
I am an animal
Habit, perpetual
Watching a sunset
How can I hold it in my hand?
Window through the door
How can I hold it?
Lock me out of my room
A harpoon, a quiet boom
Shakes the walls
It’s a small feeling
Trajectory, orbiting
Ovular infinity
Take the view
It’s a new feeling