there is a deep pain
that only the heart knows well.
leaves no bloody wound.
dust to dirt
is the world so small
to a beetle on gray dust?
thoughts beyond this dirt.
wide asleep
night like a lion.
roars at the setting red sun.
eyes stay wide open.
win to err
too much liquid sun
fills belly with excess hope.
winter antidote.
gray shirt
the little duckling
runs across the grey dirt road.
freedom for taking.
stewing
air is heavy sauce.
swimming through heavy water.
drowning in thick stew.