Illuminated Freight Trains

Sidewalks Mirrors Exaggerate Numbers

Her illustrations tell a story Which is hard to understand

Perfection does not command a price

She is an unfinished canvas Which I will not share

He created me out Of a sheets of paper So that I might Fly high with the wind birds

On the river Of the Cold stars

Roof Rain Stars Wonder

Dry March Sunny April East Wind

One Swan Two Cygnets Three Lilies