Believe it or not, it’s my birthday today.
His dead mother is all dad talks about.
Staying is how things go away.
Nothing should last. But every thought has lasted.
The famous, who never cared for us, get more famous every day.
The minutest feeling comes from something small.
Optimism is the only philosophy.
I can hardly see it on the ceiling.
I cannot believe the sky is here.
What were you doing yesterday?
I swear part of the sky was gray.
I recall…so little:
lines from a great tragic Shakespeare play.
Out of the corner of my eye
is a discussion on how to improve society.
How will I name this day, today?
It hasn’t moved.
Staying is how things go away.