Absence

words you don't hear

cobbler

haberdasher

winter

So Far

the little bit 

the slice

of concrete 

the pile of bricks

a sign telling you the way to

a place you will never visit

a place you pray to God you will never visit

I was talking about concrete

about building materials

piles of geometry

that catch the

aperture

unaware 

Window

outside the window

café tableau 

a man 

I do not know 

outside the window

stately Gingko

transforms 

Autumn yellow

Shi

angles

to

cut

souls