Humanity
the fifth of July
a time for reflection on
what we have become
–
saguaro cactus-
a small sneaker
in the sand
Category Archives: Breath
Independence
canons and mortars-
our patriotic fervor
lights up the night sky
–
fireworks
the dog hides
under my bed
Sleep
a thief in the night-
sleep steals into the room and
takes me unawares
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cunning-
the sly sofa
steals my will
Night
my open window-
from the red barn a white owl
asks me one question
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transfixed-
the field mouse stares
at his death
Sea
offshore thunderstorms-
an old salt returns to the
bosom of the sea
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crimson skies
a funeral boat
adrift and alight
Run
slow afternoon rain-
long twisted rivulets run
across my windshield
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mile twelve-
drops of sweat
mark my run
Chimes
a hot acrid wind
rattles the sand blasted bones
hanging from the trees
–
cool lemonade-
wind chimes ring
on the front porch
Memorial
it’s far too simple-
these old men send the sons of
others to their deaths
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a spring breeze-
the fog of war
swept out to sea
Lips
a wine glass empty
save for the mark your lips made
when kissing the rim
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thick woolen socks-
a spark jumps
between our lips
Wind
wind rustles the leaves
and coaxes a dryad’s song
of spring from the trees
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whispers-
forest giants
shake off the cold