portent of IM

 

i talk alone

interview

in the dusk

parsnip moon

 

a hazy smoke

somewhere inside

i picked a

stretch and

faster and faster

is there a we

inside a winter

i am the story

a green on grey

i can hardly

the past

the light licking

someone whispered

hello vancouver

once you were

stop the world

my shoulders

around the low

it was coffee

vancouver fireworks

after so many

we'll spin the

a gentleness

walking evening

come again my