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

Whisper

elusive silence-
a old game of whispers played
within my own head

before dawn-
the wind talking
with the leaves

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

Life

all I have of you-
the crossword and a ring left
by your coffee cup

saplings-
rooted
in the shade

Web

she turns a shy smile-
a web of hairline cracks form
in his tough facade

cobwebs-
broken plaster
litters the floor