Bistro
a sidewalk bistro-
over my coffee judging
everyone I see
–
al fresco-
sipping coffee
headphones on
a sidewalk bistro-
over my coffee judging
everyone I see
–
al fresco-
sipping coffee
headphones on
this fool’s mask I wear
hides the truth so no one sees
my deformity
–
moonless-
a dim glow
in the attic
a copse of willows-
long verdant tresses brunette
in the evening light
–
prolonged drought-
green pastures
turn to dust
cold tears of mourning
mix with the rain as I turn
my face to the sky
–
false dawn-
I’m sill here
without you
reliving the past
what lengths I wouldn’t go to
for absolution
–
dogwood blossoms-
blue jays raid
a sparrow nest
nothing left at home
save the old chair and sofa
that I brought with me
–
vacant memories-
cobwebs cling
to empty shelves
one flame extinguished
while another adds it’s light
to the firmament
–
eyes downcast-
black armbands
wet with rain
the fifth of July
a time for reflection on
what we have become
–
saguaro cactus-
a small sneaker
in the sand
canons and mortars-
our patriotic fervor
lights up the night sky
–
fireworks
the dog hides
under my bed
in a shadow box
fragments of my broken heart
preserved and on display
–
shimmering heat-
pools of water
just out of reach