Homeless
in the stinging rain
waiting by the library
for the doors to open
–
sleeping rough-
water from the downspout
soaking his coat
Category Archives: Anger
Fury
standing on the dock
raising high my glass, toasting
the impending storm
–
rusty hinges-
a garden gate
bangs in the night
Heat
my temper flares up
in the heat of the moment
yet I’m the one burned
–
desert sun-
my ego buried
in the sand
Houston
hoping against hope
to stem the incoming tide
and still it rises
–
august-
forsaken
by the sun
Sacrifice
thick solemn silence
dozens of flag draped coffins
lining the tarmac
–
echoes of summer-
shell casings
in a folded flag
Adulting
your small fragile hand
once grasped so tightly in mine
now a hardened fist
–
clear blue sky-
learning to fly
on the way down
Crowd
moving through the crowd
the air fetid and stinking
rancid in the heat
–
underground-
pushing in
before the close
Scorched
out of the shadows
and into the light of day
burning in the sun
–
august sun-
wreaths of flowers
wilting by the roadside
Blindness
history lessons-
hard fought wisdom wasted on
those who will not learn
–
melting ice-
unwilling to accept
being this path
Acceptance
head back and arms wide
inviting the elements
to do what they will
–
an umbrella-
defenseless in
the light of day