The rains have retreated
Wednesday, January 29, 2025
Night
Friday, January 24, 2025
Denouement
The cat it is said thinks
Friday, January 17, 2025
memories
who can I share all these memories
with but you who do not want to
have anything to do with them again
though we got them growing up
together when we delighted as children
in the little creatures like butterflies and
glow worms and snails and dragonflies
do you remember the scorpions
you took for walks on the street, stringing
them along after cutting off their stings
the girls including me screamed at this,
we climbed walls to get onto terraces
in rented houses where there were no stairs
the stars seemed within reach then
the black and white films we watched
i have to watch now without father and
mother and you, and i fly back to the past
where i walk alone on streets we walked ---
what do I do with all these memories
which I have now to suffer all alone.
Monday, January 13, 2025
Sunday
There's more to a Sunday than
Saturday, January 11, 2025
Sunset
The sunset speaks of dying memorably
Turning heads with outbursts of tints
Wednesday, January 8, 2025
Apricity
The light dims and brightens
Saturday, January 4, 2025
Spectator
On the curved lamp post