Wool

cut from the same cloth
the two of us holding fast
lest it unravel

sheep shearing-
lost in thought
or so it seems

Leaving

robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation

evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night

Deception

i look at myself
and listen to my own lies
praying that they’re true

reflections-
outside my window
a magpie

Crowd

moving through the crowd
the air fetid and stinking
rancid in the heat

underground-
pushing in
before the close

Jamaica

from across the beach-
the hollow silver ring of
a turtle drum band

a cold red stripe-
cabana lights
gently sway

Night Owl

my bed calls to me
impossible to ignore
but yet I still try

waxing moon-
gliding down
on silent wings

Ferrier

a saddle blanket-
the only thing found between
my jeans and my horse

horseshoes-
the coal forge
cherry red

Smoke

coupling freight cars-
clouds of smoke darken the air
throughout the rail yard

startled crows-
smoke and coal ash
fill the sky

Impermanence

on this lonesome road
my only legacy the
footprints in the dust

empty shells-
ocean waves
wash the shore

Translucent

anger in the air
reflections in the window
barely ghosts of us

cat tails-
the calm surface
minnows just below