Water is so clear only because it has no memory.
When the train leaves the station, look out the window to steal good-byes not meant for you.
Hens tire of reporting to the police the latest egg thieves.
A scared woman coldly watches.
The other side of the river will always be dissatisfied because it is not this side.
No literary cabal is serious until it appoints a treasurer.
It is a petty conception of silence to think that because it can wrap us round it belongs to us.
Only some would want their eyeglasses to be mirrors.
