Sun bathes the eyes. I am here and waiting.
Waiting for something new. Something alive and
dead to return. The sun dives down. Where are you going?
In the darkness of this room, I can’t see a thing.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
Sun bathes the eyes. I am here and waiting.
Waiting for something new. Something alive and
dead to return. The sun dives down. Where are you going?
In the darkness of this room, I can’t see a thing.