White

the whiteness of bone
long buried in the desert
revealed by the wind

summer evening-
dogwood petals
in the grass

Ash

a viking long boat
trailing ash and smoke floating
towards valhalla

central park-
cigar ashes on
the chess board

Missed

the scent of your hair 
lingering on my pillow
greets me with the dawn

daybreak-
my arm draped around
your missing waist  

Pond

gold and silver koi
resting by the water’s edge
scatter the moonlight

water lilies-
a dragonfly’s
reflection

Stoic

shards of broken glass
strewn deeply across my path
yet still I walk on

moonlit surf-
hatchling turtles
dash for the sea

Depression

moving through aspic
living just outside of time
tired and alone

persistent rain-
a raven just
beyond the glass

Vessel

a soul deeply flawed
ichorous and fetid cast
from a broken mold

bathing rituals-
filing ewers by
the riverbanks

Thread

puppets to a one-
dancing to unheard music
hung from tangled threads

skeletal fingers-
pulling taut
the threads of fate

Kayaking

a line of turtles
asleep on a fallen log
as I float on by

flat water-
silently
making waves

Relationship

clearing the tables-
the bartender stacks the chairs
yet we’re still talking

lost in your eyes-
waiting to speak
two simple words