remembering her...
a bowl of beets
left to cool
suitcase rummage
I begin to think about
death cleaning
autumn alone
the steel-grey whistle
of a night train
nautilus moon
along the night beach
cold sand
remembering her...
a bowl of beets
left to cool
suitcase rummage
I begin to think about
death cleaning
autumn alone
the steel-grey whistle
of a night train
nautilus moon
along the night beach
cold sand