Flood

a raging torrent-
black water choked with debris
and bad memories

murky waters-
stirring up
the past

Abuse

waiting for the bus
she seeks shelter from the rain
and years of abuse

a sudden squall-
the sky bruised
and blackened

Murder

on the village green
the shadows of injustice
hang from an oak tree

greasy smoke-
torches light
a darkened path

Passage

simple linen shrouds-
worn at a time when we are
all truly equal

graveside-
the hollow echo
of falling earth

Hair

blonde and auburn leaves
kissed by the first touch of fall
decorate my lawn

home from work-
she tosses her hair
on the bed

Shore

a horseshoe crab shell
empty in the shadow of
an upturned rowboat

moonlit surf-
the lifeguard tower
stands empty

Distance

feeling out of place
out of time and out of mind
without you with me

unfamiliar stars-
in hotel sheets
missing you

Trouble

you think things are bad
why not try rolling your eyes
at me one more time

crows take flight-
under the elm
a shallow grave

Forsaken

still she counts the ships-
her thick wool sweater stained red
with the setting sun

date night-
she sits at a table
set for one

Darkness

heavy evening air-
silhouettes of hunting bats
in the fading light

drawn curtains-
low clouds
full of malice