117

inflated dream
danced
with the current
and dissolved
in the face of the flare

116

again
the deep bare gaze
cast upon
the inflated fancy
of nightfall

115

potted and wilted
in the igneous sun
clover begs
the evening shower
to kiss the ground

114

at the end of
the mountain path
a vast web of constellations
stretched above
the naked cliff

113

plain pastels
portray
the messages
veiled with
the blank face

112

morning coffee
invites
silent dialogue of
half-opened
eyes and hearts

111

Time,
almighty determiner
wipe off a face of woe
in memories
stay in weal