Parading

don’t look for reasons to be happy there are none

if only you could see

In a rising wind

When I had / No supper my eyes dined.

If you’re after excitement, steer well clear of me.

I’m here, as if I never left,

Maybe hope is the same as breath—part of

Why do we treat the fleeting day

when you’ve become like those horses

Forget the years that only grow harder