2098.

Silhouettes cross the
stage in their inanimate
dance to memory.

2097.

The broken heart of
a sinking ship's reckless hope
that rescue might come.

2096.

Outside, the streetlights
shine downward like passing thought's
interrogation.

2095.

The smell of rain and
brine, carried off the water
soothes me deep inside.

2094.

The delicacy
of bent stem's petals are cowed
under morning dew.

2093.

Her voice, arching sound
past the splendor of my heart
echoes in wonder.

2092.

Your eyes tell stories
from within gentle whispers,
fractured in the night.