We wake in darkness
With no touch no sense no sound
and reach for the light

A perfect spring day
With cool clear air and warm sun.
Why am I still sad?

After a rainstorm
the flowers glow like neon
against the dark soil

The cool lake beeze stops
right at Glenwood Avenue,
summertime's border

A cool offshore breeze
Pushes the humidity
Into the misty sun

Bored with this today
Someone write *me* a poem
I'm taking a break

Bare feet on the beach
I threw a piece of driftwood
Into the cold lake.