Tilted, worn out, alone.

Hiding visible cracks,

As much as it can. ...

Cracks.

Obvious outside.

But not those, ...

“What,

To wish,

To be.” ...

Growing,

Like years gone by.

In a small safe corner, ...

The rusty angel,

Aims her arrow,

At a shining screw. ...

You and I.

So alike.

But color-blind, ...

Red, glowing,

Symmetrical, unbound.

Perhaps a distant planet. ...

What’s underneath…

With so many warnings,

It seems daunting. ...

How many travelers,

Have you feed,

With your clear, ...

“Shall I ring?”

Dangling by a limb.

Soul, bare-naked. ...

Patterns,

That harmoniously flow.

Nothing seems out of sorts. ...

Unusual sights,

Are more easily accepted,

Than unusual people. ...

It’s a cold,

Grey, summer day.

Raindrops play one of ...

After hours of downpour,

When things have cleared,

Remnants of Nature’s fury ...

Left behind,

In a quiet corner,

Of a garden restaurant. ...

Some days are cloudy,

Stormy, loud.

Little light. ...

Old,

Is always replaced.

Yet maintains,...

Even on days,

When it doesn’t rain,

Clouds descend. ...

Nature is wise.

Knows we’re forgetful.

So now and then, ...

Early summer day,

But cold.

Spring hasn’t departed. ...