Everybody has uncertainty And for us it’s clear to see We love so open, so knowingly But still linger the thoughts of uncertainty We’re each too doubtful to make a move But we’re each to faithful...

Behind this old building: Broken windows and boards A small shed of beige, And a landscape reservoir Streetlights and lamps, Working trucks and vans, Behind the wheel going everywhere, Yet going nowhere...

I have a friend who is stripped by the west-wind that sways—mostly teeters—her branches; and her crown, once ornamented with golden leaves, these days holds rusty jewels, if any. The leaves that used...