6 Mar 94

Seagulls with messages -

sent across the sea, to tell.

Scrolling timeless images -

Listening inside the seashell.

Leaves upon my porch -

I wish not to gather

nor collect.

In fear that one day

may forget.

One blade of grass left green

in a field of grey.

In spring it despises the change

of joy and feels indifferent.