Leaves crunch
under my bike tires
I like it

the old woman straightens
her husband's tie
unspoken love

hugging
as though everything
is okay

I want to be there
but the smoke
suffocates me

absentmindedly,
tracing hearts
on your hand

summer dusk
a distant scream
the old train tracks

fresh fall breeze
the soles of my feet
enjoy the challenge

science
my tears run free
museum fetus

the walls
speak to me
my grandma's old home