Creature in the Sun
Crescent, morning bun
Pages are blowing
Stories worth knowing in the wind

Paper delivery
Daily anxiety
Off to a good start
Start with a good dark comedy

I am an animal
Habit, perpetual
Watching a sunset
How can I hold it in my hand?
Window through the door
How can I hold it?

Lock me out of my room
A harpoon, a quiet boom
Shakes the walls
It’s a small feeling

Trajectory, orbiting
Ovular infinity
Take the view
It’s a new feeling