Under a black paper
and the blind mirror breaks my heart
golden ashtrays
spoken words in a frame
token from black lungs
The wild goose has returned
To our land and waters
steal me a rose, softly thru snow
this cave hides a howlin wolf
watch you crawling king
watch out for suspected strangers
Distant smile inside a ghost
the foggy smile
the gift of live
a flower in a dessert storm
the writers shame under a white paper
with prisoners behind a wall
or a hand full with worms
a hand full with lovely fish
it takes a plain to feel the pain
it takes a boat to come back
J.S.2006