Path looking forward
to sky drifting in the wood
ringing joyful bells
of air’s aromas settling
to those long hot summer walks

a room with a view
of a room with a view of
a room with a view

By Nicholas De Marino

from my point of view
the frog sitting next to me
seems perfectly fine

new moon and cloudless
“contemplate constellations”
tonight compels us

Hard to forget pain
Peach flowers delicate curve
Remember sweetness

Trying to numb pain
Weighed down by these misfortunes
Always a new path