who have touched your face

thousands of times

under the candlelight

weeping eyes

in this dark room

cold cold stone

how to lie still

watching the world behind

at the corner of my sight

peeling through shields of pride

timid to abide the ride

eternity on the thin chord of light

-May, 2023

Blame

my clumsy feet

Flapping wings

dying heat

Fading

within my short hold of your time.

-August 2021

The storm comes near.

Cicadas sing through the rain.

Three weeks of life.

-August 2021

cicada sings no more

under the decay of life

comes the fluffy snow

next spring

not the same

familiar songs

do you hear?

Before the storm hits

let me go out a bit

for a short ride

January

East River

Empty parking lot

gusting wind

A pigeon

Standing

Staring

Waiting?

Silly pigeon

Silly me

Night

darts into light

traveling

on dots of the second