Vaguery

Hope lived here, once
you can still see where it grew
drafts of empty drama blow there now

Not knowing what to say, or when
and overdone
the unclear message echoes away

Illusion of day and night
turning towards, and back again
and hanging on in endless silence

Still Moving

High, high wind blows
no one knows where
in motion, I remember you

Cookie Measurement

Cookie 1, cookie 2, cookie 3...
milkwash, guilty glance
and fortitude to not take 4.