Dusk
Winter days cold behind you
The length of summer ahead
You are on
Edge

A knot
So tightly wound it has
Neither beginning nor end
It twists inside
You

The scent
Daffodils; cigarettes
Smoked outside at parties
The sharpness of night
Air

Serious
Faces on photographs
Of strangers that you find
Scattered on a
Road

After
The long day, a cold night,
A journey home, you want
Peace

Close
Doors, open windows
Seek to free rooms from
Mustiness

Dust
Covers each surface
Here now, this is the
End