Poems:

Mosquitoes.
Mosquitoes can never quite get their fill
They are like humans in that regard
I heard a bunch of them gang up
and plot to bleed another one dry.


The lighthouse is on.
One ship passing.

The lighthouse is off.

Now it's on.

I'm surprised to have stood up.

Lion and I.
My friend the lion says to me one day,
"Why aren't you visiting anymore?"
I say, "Why're you always hassling me, Lion?
Lion says, "Because you aren't visiting anymore."