Ashes
high flying embers
remnants of a prior life
slowly turn to ash
–
distant thunder-
lightning strikes
a joshua tree
high flying embers
remnants of a prior life
slowly turn to ash
–
distant thunder-
lightning strikes
a joshua tree
in a basement bar
the windows dirty with time
drinking my coffee
–
sheets of rain-
a community
of strangers
reeds and rushes-
a warm tide ebbs from the marsh
and runs to the sea
–
sea glass-
walking the beach
at low tide
as my eyesight fades
I think I finally see
my destination
–
a grey heron-
motionless in the
standing water
staring at the floor
scuffed and worn beneath my seat
from those in my shoes
–
dawn breaks-
outside the
waiting room
elusive silence-
a old game of whispers played
within my own head
–
before dawn-
the wind talking
with the leaves
families asunder-
buzzards circling high above
the southwest desert
–
riding the smoke-
wild horses
in the distance
doe-eyed sycophants-
suckling at the teat of
this festering pig
–
overcast-
the lack of sunlight
goes unnoticed
all I have of you-
the crossword and a ring left
by your coffee cup
–
saplings-
rooted
in the shade
she turns a shy smile-
a web of hairline cracks form
in his tough facade
–
cobwebs-
broken plaster
litters the floor