“my breaths formed clouds
that beamed in and out of existence,
a fading memory”–Brian Dang

I once saw snow fall

“and the news described it as “snowfall”
and it glittered in softened whites that lightly spun
and it cascaded across the earth in the way that it always does”–Brian Dang

Images of a streetlight

“In the blend of the nighttime cloak, wrapping itself with hidden (clouds) presiding over the moon”–Brian Dang