#122

Wrap me in a hug

Of strings warming my cold heart.

How to disappear.

#4

I'm invisible,

I cannot be seen at all,

I am safe from them,

He thinks, trem’bling in bushes,

As the stalkee sees leaves move.

#3

A dire omen

Of natural destruction

Laid before me bare.

Along the river, dead: fish,

Trees, even mud, with blank stares.

#121

Parakeets or rain,

Changing seasons and people.

Town so exotic.

#120

Parakeets or rain,

Changing seasons and people:

Mindfulness achieved.

#119

Parakeets or rain,

Changing seasons and people:

Our square eternal.

#118 (Overlooking the Square)

Parakeets or rain,

Changing seasons and people:

Always holding hands.