Trains
down along the tracks-
in the distance the fog glows
with a passing train
–
a waiting owl-
the train echos
through the hollow
down along the tracks-
in the distance the fog glows
with a passing train
–
a waiting owl-
the train echos
through the hollow
black leather collar
tight around my neck lying
prostrate at your feet
–
cold stone-
village pews
stand empty
blackbird’s lilting song-
sunlight caresses your face
just before you wake
–
in the clouds-
the soft glow of
an autumn dawn
waiting for the train
I stand on the platform near
the other pigeons
–
misty morning-
migrating geese
return to the sky
no one’s allowed in-
there’s only room for me in
this suit of armor
–
swift water-
armored scales
dimple the surface
a placid trout stream-
three old fishermen stand casting
amid the lilies
–
light rain-
three koi hide
under the bridge
crawling out of bed
passing by the hall mirror
my reflection gone
–
the dead of night-
awaiting your
invitation
a roadside vigil-
flowers for a young man turned
forever nineteen
–
sudden silence-
shell casings
in the grass
beauty and danger
your small delicate flower
surrounded by thorns
–
clearing haze-
following the trail
of blood diamonds
your silver hammer
softly tapping cracks into
my porcelain heart
–
soft breathing-
your hair gold
in the sunlight