136

the flow of conceptions
from the fountain of passion
swept the dusk away
bringing
a ray of light

135

the beat
light and erratic
began to play
in the shadow of
the hunter's moon

134

The future
holds no meaning
without the hands
to hold
at present

133

these hands
weathered
with untold lines
invisible to
the eyes of current

132

out of cocoon
spreading the multi-colored wings
painted by the sun
off you go
Swallowtail Butterfly

131

the song on your lips
with the unsteady heartbeat
opens
sleeping petals of
Blanketflower

130

the color of leaves
turns deep crimson
as the skin loses
the memory of
the sunset beach