Imperfection should lead
to introspection, but as a
hobby not your vocation

it is no small concession
to make the confession
that I have long since

(with light apprehension)
blithely lived my life minus
much regard for convention

At midnight

Laying in the darkness
midnight rain sounds like
frying bacon splattering
conjuring up the aroma
of a time in my life when
I took such pristine
moments for granted