Freedom

‘neath a festive sky-
cold ashes rain down upon
old lakota land

beneath the stars-
none of us free
unto the last

Murder

an old farmers sink-
her mind miles away from the
blood in the carpet

back garden soil-
no amount of soap
makes her feel clean

Reckoning

vultures overhead-
circling waiting before
feasting on the dead

red skies-
a tempest
at our door

Injustice

drowning each of us
in the blood of our comrades
within sight of shore

tulips blossom-
death takes no heed
upon who’s grave

Awake

my rhododendrons-
robins erupt into song
just before the dawn

the sun rises-
heedless of the
whiskey and beer

Blindness

dusting the knickknacks-
doing my best to ignore
the crumbling walls

afternoon light-
fresh paint on
cracked concrete

Shadow

a field of shadows-
the bargains made with myself
so swiftly broken

a full flower moon-
silver shadowed
daffodils

Après

a passing shower-
drops of moonlight patter on
our shared umbrella

the taxi gone-
three long flights
to your apartment

Dream

an ocean of sleep-
the receding tide leaves a
tangled mat of dreams

dandelion seeds-
bare whispers
of my mind

Sleepless

on the edge of sleep-
hours before my alarm rings
each noise a crisis

suddenly awake-
a murderer
or my cat?