I heard the rasp of head on groundThe dull crunch of gravelly soundI grasped then the profundity of timeOf life’s…
Lover, lover come to me I’ll cross the oceans, part the sea Smell you, see you, need you near In my ears your voice I…
I am walking on false stones
A poem about a thoughtful rebound
A topographerUnderstands the delicacyOf tenderly unfoldingCorners of parchment,Admiring the contoursOf the landscape…
. . . a heart-felt invitation