To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?