no mirror
i tell my friend to check himself
on the tv screen
winter chill
still served as cold
my beer
at the arctic
drinking a
million-year-old history
mars
a man virus invades
another body
fading winter light
the lipstick stain
on his shirt
space travel
toddler asks mom whether
she could make her saucers fly
beehive
a black monkey
clinging to a tree
close encounter
a dugout doll's piercing eyes
as i walk past
tale of two cities
clean split between old
and modern France
working with passion
love trapped
trapez dancers
meteor across sky
our fate the day
it made this trip
the lane that has become
different since i notice
this new being
my walk every pace
initiated with a new founded passion