Writings from my life
as an Indian
and my wildest dreams

Wistfull.shtml
son.shtml
Santana.shtml
Rainfall_Haiku.shtml
Natures_Will.shtml
My_Falcon.shtml
Mahogany.shtml
L_A_T_B.shtml
Fare_Well.shtml
Desert_Haiku.shtml
Cloudburst.shtml
Bright_River.shtml
abu.shtml
Sirenes.shtml

warm wet afternoons

gray pensive skies

weighted low overhead

but just out of reach

She sings as if

someone else's smile

is hidden behind her

someone inside

just beyond

the gray of her eyes

and closeness

of close days