20 March 2018
through the tunnel,
not sure if I’m heading
Up or Down. Lights, like ghosts, urging
me on.

1 October 2017
The fence
fading and the
children grown up sparkling
and wild. Petricor and regret,
their home.

22 September 2017
The bike
and the bamboo
becoming something else.
A hybrid creature reflecting
lost Youth.

21 September 2017
Street lamps
like storm troopers
guard sleepy ingénues
who, soundless, lurk with a restless

13 September 2017 
Twenty-five (Crown cinquain)