5 a.m.
2 September 2003
Vol. 3, No. 3
poetry
There's much to do in a sleeping house
though this means silence, little light,
talking to myself.
Even the cats don't wake…
St. Helena
2 September 2003
Vol. 3, No. 3
poetry
The sun hit the water;
a crowd followed its moving light:
how they hated you, how they loved you.

