I sketched dots while viewing a transatlantic leave the ocean I sketched dots and glued pieces together as I imagined them Little daily victories that don't need to be told Interrupt photos with eyes that drift to sea A camera obscure A decision made home Friday sets a previous encounter In the snow I ask questions Lines draw figures of paper I believe they are real Actions within old telephones Coins that drop way too fast Blindfold the leaves so they drop on my chest Now it's time A million sparks set the timing for flights that departure now