He turns around
but nothing is leading
to the way in

After the rain 

I can see down to

the pond's bottom

This silly song
but when I think of you
I keep blinking

On the floor

cuff links still in place

my shirt that she wore

Sunflower-

the whitest frost

in its heart

Old gardener-

he speaks of tomatoes

this winter's day

Dawn-

the clouds already

pre-heating