Midday
box turtles basking
motionless, gently drifting
on a floating log
–
acorns falling
a silver flash
ripples the water
box turtles basking
motionless, gently drifting
on a floating log
–
acorns falling
a silver flash
ripples the water
with needle sharp teeth
and razor edged claws they tear
my curtains to shreds
–
silence-
the thunder
of tiny feet
moonlight runs into
the soft hollow of your throat
and spills down your breast
–
blue black night
the grey owl
becomes the moon
kindness costs nothing
but a small smile, a warm heart,
and a bit of love
–
cold pavement
wrapped in the gift
of a warm blanket
barely enough room
in my zippered sleeping bag
for the two of us
–
white footprints
your hand
tightly in mine
sandals dangling
water lapping at her thighs
her lover, the sea
–
billowing white clouds
salty ocean mists
kiss her face
clinging to the flames
my mortal sins escape me
carried by the wind
–
absolution
casting bread
upon the water
small talk in their booth
a dinner plate shatters and
she’s back in Iraq
–
turning winds
a yearling doe
prepares to bolt
luminous, rising
from below an ebony lake
in her hand, a sword
–
sunlit hillsides
shadows rolling
slowly to the shore
after images
through the rain streaked windowpanes
impending thunder
–
mountain stream
a whisper of
quiet nonsense