Glimpses

JANUARY

Not me but my soul
traveled through my life
with a father a driver
but I avoided driving
I hated the curves

FEBRUARY

Last winter days with small shivers
of the morning fog
of the boiling coffee
of the ocean tide
that the wind whispered

MARCH

to be bitten by a mosquito in March
is unbelievable, isn’t it
undeserved night waking
bathing alcohol cream special