Change

my back turned to you-
pretending to be asleep as
you climb into bed

angry clouds-
blue skies
forgotten

Fog

early morning moon-
fog nestles in the valleys
and clings to the leaves

moonrise-
gravestones hidden
in the mist

Luna

mid september moon
shines behind indigo clouds
circled in silver

blushing-
the harvest moon
kissed by the sun

Trapped

in an old wheelchair
a young girl waits deep inside
the shell of herself

first light-
a sliver of dawn
beneath the door

Laundry

an empty basket-
warm sunlight on this week’s wash
snapping on the line

old bones-
family secrets
in the closet

Death

days slowly passing-
the pain of every heartbeat
keeping me alive

raucous crows-
the carcass bears
silent witness

Night

rains of twilight passed-
crickets outside my window
singing me to sleep

tv static-
the low hum
of a ceiling fan

Poverty

broken shower tiles
a bare bulb hangs from a chain
in my one room flat

after last call-
neon signs
light my way home

Cats

a bottlebrush tail
the cat readies to pounce on
the bat by my door

cans clatter-
small marauders
stalk the alleyway

Party

under the night sky
conversation and laughter
as the fire dies down

starlight-
good friends and
wine loosened tongues