Romance Of Modern Horology

I've had senses
A long time.

Used to them.

Some lights dim.
Others flare by these

Fences, fill the sky.
I know time, my

Name, planet, under its
Flame, explores
Eons by season, as do
I, while light pours

Into reason

Λήθη And a Sensible Hat

River Lethe or Lima,
I chose to remain in
Possession of my brain 
And remembered fire
Rises, sails swell and
Current cannot keep
A vessel locked in hell.

California Rain At Three

Rain outside our porch
Screen, seen on a 
Sunday years into drought.
She points her camera 
Out because of me.
I spoke of Giverny,
Where it is midnight and
We must catch the light.