Sitting on a bench
Inside the cemetery
Watching flowers grow

Nausea, vomit
A reason for her sickness
Invisible child

Through the residents
She moves mysteriously
Watching my city

Eleven P.M.
American neighborhood
Dogs bark at the stars

Reaching for the sun
Through a crack in the sidewalk
Dandelions sprout

Dismantling bombs
Between the commercial breaks
Insufficient time

Trees sway in the breeze
Looking up from this hammock
Straight into heaven

Car horns, screeching tires
Speech heard from all directions
Urban melody

"Tomorrow I have got to..."
Children laugh in the distance
Daydreaming, again

Pure coincidence
Amazing experience
Life in general

Small inspiration
Somewhere off the interstate
Lavender grows wild