Image of Sound Sometimes In the blue ice One may see faces and One may hear cold poetry but No rhyme
Day Dream Someday I’ll slip through the Cracks In the walls of my room Watch the kites tickle the belly Of clouds
Alone Outside Beyond the fence People pass unaware Gum stuck to the soles of their shoes I’m here
Journey At night I read and write Ink puddles under foot With pen and paper I travel In thought
