Brickering words
The sand of sentences
Added to the waters of time
Cemented into the ever evasive desires of heart

What fools expect and deserve are written on the walls and heart of poets

. . . and they know it

1000 poems
Good place to be
1000 and that's
all to see

Best wishes
to all ,

Goodbye . . .

drawing the child with found fabrics
watching the marks come good, no dots
intended
yet they came
without warning

Ask yourself,
After death where are you going.
14/12/2023