Hold dear thoughts closely

Hold dear thoughts closely

force them into small poems

start a secret blog

Driving hills at night

Driving hills at night

headlights reveal the landscape

suddenly a yacht

From broad spear-shaped leaves

From broad spear-shaped leaves

they grow to form coarse grey trunks

that can become shields

The world spins backward

The world spins backward

we’re living in tomorrow

— antipodeans

When the music hits

When the music hits 

colliding with emotions 

 — crying in the car

Hot winds are revealed

Hot winds are revealed

playing on a busy road

— blossom drift patterns