A northwest gale gone out against the seas Grants passage to the weary, Lost among pathways given to the night Stumbling thirsty over desert’s edge to the oasis...
Against the Seas
Dead Leaf Weather
Out in the dead leaf weather a man sits Wondering where he was when the embers caught Was he hugging his daughter in the airport terminal Driving the long way home alone Or have weeks gone by since a decade turned to ash?
