in the kitchen
the old kettle whistles . . .
shooting star
the sailor sleeps
aboard the submarine
Milky Way
breezy day
holding the stare
of a black cat
eye of the storm
the pigeons scatter away
from the sidewalk
midnight
the blade cuts the pill
in two
scent of rose
finding myself
writing
hint of spring
the long-legged spider walks
across the woolen cloth
freebird . . .
a man wearing headphones plays
air guitar on the subway