She can see the red light flashingfrom her windowwhen she watches the trains come throughshe said her view is betterin the winterwhen the trees aren't..
The newspapers are accumulating at the doorof the closed business on the cornerand beginning to disintegrate into tiny little fragmentsfrom the intens..
I have this reoccurring dreamThat I'm up at a podiumDelivering your EulogyAnd the truth in it is bitter and haunting[Because the words that fall off o..
A homeless manthrows his ashes to the curbI pass,As crimson embers dispersesmoke wisps swirlInto the darkness of the nightSlowly becoming extinguished..