You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
My young love rests, hopefully sleeps
In the afternoon in Spring – she
Causes the cold bird to sing, she...
They say the street is swept and cleaned by sunrise
At nine the traffic stops and blackbirds sing...
