Marzipan

Ancient Dulcet, join
me with sweet past histories,
if there are any.

One star shines brightly—
more than all the others. I
try not to hate it.

So... On a clear day,
you can see forever. What
if I don't want to?

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Bring the water, wash
his wounds, and tend to your own,
Grieving Hecuba.

Memorial

White crosses dot the
hill and multiply. Fresh grass
grows under them all.

Driving along Highway 4

Watching cows graze on
the green hills, I wish I was
vegetarian.

On a Clear Night...

Famous fog absent,
surrounded by inky black,
the City glitters.