sometimes dots

i looked out yesterday at the rain
on and off all day

we were friends

more than that with promises that faded into silence.

i woke this morning the same

tiny things become intimate

you may put them in cases, or hang on pins

straight or safety, it becomes political

the choice is yours

bulldog clips

we were friends’

more than that with promises that faded into silence.

i woke this morning the same

she asked about side effects and though
after reading the instructions felt there

were none
noted before

when suddenly came the surge of energy

honest marks and lines different from the immediate gratification of a photograph. though with the latter enjoys the  creativity of editing, layering ; drawing in on the original idea.

time passes, passes. mind  so focussed that world outside own  skin forgotten.

a whisper from you came

a good idea

to stop those dreams and headaches

the moon came bright with yet another name