September 2019 – Page 2

living in this house-
a shrine to your past regrets
and those yet to come
–
low tide-
finding sea glass
and jellyfish

my back turned to you-
pretending to be asleep as
you climb into bed
–
angry clouds-
blue skies
forgotten

we’re only human
well, some of us anyway
the rest who can say?
–
under the covers
alone with
my mistakes

early morning moon-
fog nestles in the valleys
and clings to the leaves
–
moonrise-
gravestones hidden
in the mist

an old wire pushcart-
she sits alone on her bench
surrounded by birds
–
under the bridge-
her shopping cart
full of treasures

mid september moon
shines behind indigo clouds
circled in silver
–
blushing-
the harvest moon
kissed by the sun

walking the highway-
seems I lost myself while I
was looking for you
–
sandstorm-
the mirage
an oasis

an open textbook-
daydreams try to tease me through
an open window
–
blank paper-
hammers pounding
from the wall clock

softly falling rain-
wandering through the graveyard
in the dead of night
–
overcast-
reading the details
of those long dead

in an old wheelchair
a young girl waits deep inside
the shell of herself
–
first light-
a sliver of dawn
beneath the door