the kids are gone
the house is ours:
sarah, where’s the wine?
we were soulmates
pre-set amongst the zillions:
how did i end up
sleeping on the sofa?
striving love, reviving powers
buried under
april snow, poor flowers
sexless city, sparkless air
grey souls seeking
secret flare
birdsong tree
sunrise lane
free not-free
end of day
essence of truth
nothing to say