Landscape

I come from a place where the old mixes with the new,
Where one can study the beauty of a dying...

I blame the mountains for my lack of skill
In finding and defining Euclid’s lines:-
For...

Circles are perfect
They are beautiful in their solid perfection.
No irregularities
No...

I look towards the pier, see crowds of people walking;

Two lovers on the beach below, holding hands...

A broken up tarmac, desolate road
Borders with buildings, which silently erode
Tumbleweeds...

Motion...less
A flurry of metal petals
moving in unison with the breeze
perched atop...