365 7/14

 

It was plain to see that

A small town boy like me

Just wasn't your cup of tea

I was wishful thinking

365 7/6

I've been aware of the time going by

They say in the end it's the wink of an eye

And when the morning light comes streaming in

You'll get up and do it again

365 7/27

and for a long moment I'm still in

I wished and wished and wished

the moment would not end.

And just like that it vanished.

365 9/13

Retired ballerinas on winter afternoons   

          walking their dogs

                      in Central Park West

365 8/19

You treat distraction like an instant religion