Sitting out on the fire escape high of india.
I can hear water falling from the shower near by
I man across the street makes his bed with a with only a tooth brush in his mouth.
It is apparent that the weather will change.
My heels pressed against the rusty metals.
In the other room he sits, neglected from my touch.
In the morning I want to feel inspired
Mysteries of the Buddha
Questions about the hurricanes of Bermuda.