Musings from a distant present


Through the veil of time
Distant features once so close
Glimmer on the mind

City walls

High on the rooftops
Water towers bleed to death
Staining the brownstones

Broken light

On the window sill
The glass shines, filled with moonbeams
scattered on the floor


Snowflake by snowflake
Early spring’s nipped in the bud
Flowers in the clouds


From tomorrow on
Yesterday won’t be the same
as it was today