Parting Is A Training Streamer,lingering Like Leaves

Most Things May Never Happen: This One Will.

My Mother, Who Hates Thunderstorms, Holds Up Each Summer Day And Shakes It Out Suspiciously, Lest Swarms Of Grape-dark Clouds Are Lurking There.

Dear, I Can't Write, It's All A Fantasy: A Kind Of Circling Obsession.

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.

Death Is No Different Whined At Than Withstood.