Set down the flashlight

Gaze into the dark above

See new lights appear

“I remember you.”

I said into the mirror.

“You look diff’rent now.”

Torrential downfall

Tapped Heavenly reservoir

When will it dry up?

The sky opens up

For the cloud-naming gazer

Who sees what’s hidden

Cool wavy waters

Wet the soles of dangling feet

Sitting off the dock

Bright-eyed, bushy-tailed

Rise and shine, you morning birds

That’s the fantasy

It’s every morning

The zombies rise from their crypts

And brew their coffee

Here it is, again

Ghost of emotions long dead

Why do you haunt me?

An ice-cold pickle

Salty, crunchy, delicious

Hot summer evening