the march storms end
    one foot forward one foot back
    splash

   city lights
   warmth of mother’s hand
   in the cold

top quarter champion

top half champion

bottom quarter champion

    white bark
    peels off the trees—
    silent cemetery

    november fog
    looking down
    over the rail

top half champion

HAIGA CUT champion

bottom half champion

    sunday morning
    the park is alive
    all i remember is you

   five years old
   my feet don’t touch
   I’m still there

top quarter champion

bottom half champion

bottom quarter champion

    dark night
    on your own—
    move on

    you fill my brain—
    look up overhead
    stars so close