Since ancient times, birds have been perceived in a wide variety of ways.

Betty sat in the back of Sidney Green’s taxi and poured out a glass of iced tea. ”Here ya go,” said Betty.

Sunday, late afternoon, Leaving on time, But leaving too soon, Pulling apart, Out of the station, Different direction, Different location. Chugging, straining, Dragging their heels,

The story within the story.

I sat alone, watching people come and go. All roads had led me here. I had tried to stay away but something drew me back to him, always.

Who possesses beautiful words, sees it everywhere: poetry.