Sand

an aging lighthouse
stands sand blasted and buried
by the walking dunes

frigid winds-
the predawn
desert frost

Moonlight

a glowering moon-
the creak of a rocking chair
in an empty house

moonlit shadows-
your hand
pale in mine

Ashes

high flying embers
remnants of a prior life
slowly turn to ash

distant thunder-
lightning strikes
a joshua tree

Alone

in a basement bar
the windows dirty with time
drinking my coffee

sheets of rain-
a community
of strangers

Shoreline

reeds and rushes-
a warm tide ebbs from the marsh
and runs to the sea

sea glass-
walking the beach
at low tide

Endgame

as my eyesight fades
I think I finally see
my destination

a grey heron-
motionless in the
standing water

Waiting

staring at the floor
scuffed and worn beneath my seat
from those in my shoes

dawn breaks-
outside the
waiting room

Shadows

a quick glimpse into
the recesses of my soul
is all I can bear

sinister clouds-
reflections of
black water

Haze

families asunder-
buzzards circling high above
the southwest desert

riding the smoke-
wild horses
in the distance

Corruption

doe-eyed sycophants-
suckling at the teat of
this festering pig

overcast-
the lack of sunlight
goes unnoticed