Have you ever brushed a yellow Dandelion across your face?
—it’s like learning a new language.
Will they let me in on the secret [?] —
buried treasure, universe;
particles of snow drifting in the blue sky.
No, wait, its white cherry blossoms disintegrating.



Swaying slightly
swerving slowly sideways
in the sky (so bright it’s white)
narrow path ‘tween buildings
shimmering white seagull
— lonely child’s cry
echoes of the sea
in its song…
an anchor
for the sad slightly small
woman sitting in the window
of the second floor
room room roominghouse
— the sight of the gull saving,
sensitive sanity retained…
She didn’t like the city one bit.