Wise man's GoldSunset--pot of goldat the end of the rainbow
Mother.angry memoriesa violent fantasy--can't taste my dinner
No such thing asLove is but lustand a ringand a smile.
early spring.folded baby leavesfolded baby hands-spring's first prayers
Common Scentspeeling garlic
the scent of peoniescaresses my nostrils
Youth and Old AgeWhen I was young,I barely believed that old peoplecould even exist.People never agedthey'd always looked like that.Life moved too slowly,things happened too quickly,for anyone to age.Becoming old was asunimaginableas being someone else.