i draw back the curtains
bright sunshine
he rubs his eyes

tissue blots
the bleeding wound
little capsized boat

one eye
            closes
the other

ordering Grandpa
to read
the young boy

back from summer
all my friends
with new haircuts

the police dog
uncovers the leg
of an old table

dark street
the sound of his footsteps coming
home to me

your hands, making
words appear on parchment
are they for me?

purple flowers
still, on the box
reminds me of her grave

bright blue-green-gold evening,
the clatter of keys
in a silent room

New Year's Eve
you kissed
            her