Michelle Paulsen
weekends of walking into the you grow tired a strange sudden
in storms,


there is something
redeeming in the
small suprising
beauty of
poetry. so
unlike that
waterfall somewhere
in the
jungle; natural,
but you can
hear it
coming

 staring at a naked
up on his there is something
then there was the it may be a
snowflakes are fireflies for driving in the there is a