Death
my sins behind me
wrapped in white linen steeped in
your divinity
–
under water-
the surface
receding
my sins behind me
wrapped in white linen steeped in
your divinity
–
under water-
the surface
receding
such oppressive heat-
my sleeping cat slowly drips
from his windowsill
–
shimmering sand-
false promises
in the distance
gathering pollen-
down among the lavender
the honeybees work
–
august sun-
on the pond
the lotus blooms
catenary wires-
sparks fly overhead as trains
roll along below
–
rolling fog-
the warning whistle
of an approaching train
a secluded beach
the plundered pirate’s chest lay
empty save the sand
–
flood tide-
sandpipers
brave the surf
a beer in my hand
cut grass drying on the lawn
as the clouds pass by
–
muted laughter-
steaks sear
over glowing coals
glints of green and gold
hummingbirds in the neighbor’s
honeysuckle vine
–
lilacs-
delicious
in the wind
afternoon hours spent
talking laundry off the line
ahead of the rain
–
the laundromat-
hard plastic chairs
and ennui
the stones in my path
used to build a foundation
keeping me grounded
–
peace-
rain runs off
the temple roof
my soul recoils from
the cold skeletal touch of
the angel of death
–
twilight-
fireflies lead me
across the river