Corridors of sunflowers By SM Fishman 9/9/01 Driving about 80 through corridors of sunflowers grown wild and pastures ungrazed. I smile to myself, able to capture a small moment to experience the great outdoors. Seated in my car but at least I have the windows down.

Blue burn By SM Fishman 9/23/01 It may be likely that we never lay eyes upon each other again or the way we did when we consumed ourselves in the heat of the moment. I can still think of you and remember the good burn you left with me. Like indigo, you seeped in me, slowly turning blue, inked into my skin, while fading over time, you'll have left your mark.

Contact 20-20 by SM Fishman 9/23/01 I think of you and I'm so refreshed with life's vigor. I can still remember the first time I saw you throw a smile toward my direction. When you finally were in my arms, I felt that same marvel of wonder I did when I first experienced peripheral vision. Times change. Prescriptions change, but memories of you will still never leave the sight of my memories, the vision of my life.