Travel
married to the road-
leaving you for months on end
for my asphalt bride
–
ragtop down-
the highway
a siren’s song
Category Archives: Age
Wounded
against my interests-
I trade away my future
in lieu of my soul
–
a piercing gaze-
my breast
laid bare
Awake
slowly cooling sheets
echoes of the alarm clock-
bare traces of you
–
cold sunrise-
I wake up
alone
Tarn
the forest silent-
a skeletal hand rises
from the black water
–
winter’s death-
dwelling beneath
dark brackish waters
Southwest
terra cotta bricks-
the desert sunset lights up
an old bell tower
–
adobe twilight-
the slowly cooling
desert sand
Invaders
looking for a score-
wandering the neighborhood
peering in windows
–
quarter past one-
a raccoon
in my garden
Dusting
the promise of spring
pushing through the morning snow-
unopened blossoms
–
morning coffee-
powdered sugar
on my crossword
Broom
an old red broomstick
the paint worn through to the wood
from countless fingers
–
deep in the attic-
sweeping out
forgotten dirt
Music
fingers cracked with age
settle on the well worn keys
of her piano
–
milky eyes-
memories of youth
and music
Abuse
covers pulled up high-
living in constant fear of
the click of the latch
–
black and blue sky-
waiting for the
impending storm