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

We are fictions

“she’ll have her own fiction
of me, and maybe she’ll write in prose”–Brian Dang