Starlight

cocooned in afghans-
bright remnants of creation
streak across the sky

deep desert night-
the great arc of stars
lights the horizon

Conflict

brought forth from the ice-
my tarnished battle armor
deeply scarred from use

far from the cherry blossoms-
the clarion call
of battle

City

seventh floor walk up-
down in the street feral cats
howl in the moonlight

stuck to my sheets-
the only breeze
from a passing train

Grief

wreaths of dead flowers-
how can I blame you now for
my dirty dishes

the front door locked-
my footsteps echo
down the hall

Sky

pinpoints of silver-
constellations embroidered
on a velvet sky

woolen blankets-
meteor spotting
on a winter night

Broke

a cold water flat-
the pilot light on the stove
sputters and goes out

new year’s eve-
the rent check
overdue

Morning

the soft light of dawn-
dim street lamps gutter above
aging cobblestones

threads of smoke-
last nights embers
turn to ash

London

the lamplighter’s mac-
a thin scrim of london fog
coats the cobblestones

horseshoes-
echoes off
stone walls

Absolution

alone at the bar-
a campari and soda
by a full ashtray

neon lights-
my reflection in
an empty glass

Catharsis

the sins of the past-
mixed with the cooling ashes
from the evening fire

dragonflies-
old misdeeds cast
upon the water