- waves upon the stony strand
- her lover's tears, all too soon
- parallel lines in perspective drawn
- the mist on the lake
- the call of the loon
- our heroine's innocence
- the tigers in bengal
- the bees in my garden
- the leaves in the fall
- academics who speak latin
- modesty and candour
- empty space on the bookshelf
- the basilisk, the salamander
- present mirth and present laughter
- idle time and solitude
- our dancing days, for better or worse
- the starried sky
- the weight of my purse
- the strangeness of the world
- the ice in my glass
- my nearsighted view and my spectacles (again)
- the time left to you
- my memory of your past
- the sun in the sky
- the ink in my pen
I have become a lost name once more, and keep the company of other rare and dwindling things; a shadow, a pin.