Flowers

across an open lea
a small fox bounding over
sprays of wildflowers

rolling green hills-
freckles of
snapdragons

Relationship

clearing the tables-
the bartender stacks the chairs
yet we’re still talking

lost in your eyes-
waiting to speak
two simple words

Distance

grey unseeing eyes-
where do you go when you’re gone
far away from here

fields of lavender-
safe spaces
inside her head

City

a dank feeble breeze-
the rumble of the el train
passing my window

distant sirens-
my room awash
in a neon glow

Paint

rain thunders outside-
oil painted landscapes smearing
against my window

old masters-
failing vision
frozen in time

Pasture

starting my journey-
leaving this city behind
for greener pastures

piles of stone-
a farmers wall
soon to be built

Shoah

ashen metal sky-
slowly rolling cattle cars
descend into hell

chain link fence-
the walking dead
in black and white

Commuter

walking from the train
a soft rain begins to wash
off the day’s burdens

eyes closed-
rocked to sleep
among strangers

Desert

sedona night skies-
a desert scorpion crawls
across my bedroll

campfire-
embers rise to greet
the desert stars

Desert

a whole life reduced
to two dust covered and scuffed
satchels by her feet

cold desert night-
the tent offers
poor respite