506.
A single stray cheek hair;
Penetration was not sought,
Yet you’ve chosen to.
507.
Giant bathroom crane-fly,
Brittle exquisite thing, here
Because I caught you.
508.
Large dark clouds scurry,
Harbingers of change, through rains,
I’d return with you.
509.
All’s impermanent,
Even summer in this place,
Even sleet in June.
