Think of me when I'm gone.
The word "Haunt" shares roots with "Home".
Can you hear them?
Laughing children between commercials.
At a Wednesday morning traffic light, you realize
All my life, I've been running, but I don't
know from what or to where.
What are you asking of us, God?
In this, our dedication to enduring.
It's green.
They're honking because it has turned green.
And one accelerates
Preyed upon by thought.
In the rigging, something hidden and malcontent.
An image to offer reprieve.
Songbird in a pomegranate bush,
Or a blue flame
To place hold what we forgot.