The Scheming Dog While my soul was falling Falling The dog still needed walking In my coat The leash went on We stepped out the door The hole in my heart Vast I
Heaven The Alhambra lay before her in the shimmering sun, hovering above the western horizon; showering golden light over the sparkling city, jagged mountains, and green fields. Alone, after parking her
Inside Mineral Vegetable Animal Inside a rock Dark, dense, dead Or a beating heart Of David How can that stone not be alive It knew Michaelangelo Wanting to be released Inside
Camino Cold air leaving the cafe of warm, friendly women who were tired of endless pilgrims at the end of the season Their coffee is warm and good and cake homemade and fresh The road is not too busy
