Fishing
boots in the water
my line slack on the surface
suddenly pulled taut
–
low morning light-
steam rises
off the lake
boots in the water
my line slack on the surface
suddenly pulled taut
–
low morning light-
steam rises
off the lake
rooted to the ground
frozen, my mind replaying
one moment in time
–
blinding sun-
the city street
unnaturally quiet
daydreaming with the
people in the windows of
oncoming traffic
–
pigeons-
walking through
an outdoor cafe
feeling impotent
my head full of words but I’m
unable to speak
–
snow fall-
staring out my
hospital window
on my mantlepiece
rest all the pieces of you
finally at peace
–
love letters-
ashes of
old flames
another phone call-
your tired face deeply etched
with dissapointment
–
drifting snow-
fox prints near
an empty hutch
the walk to the car-
turning my jacket collar
up against the wind
–
aging-
cold breath
on my neck
seeking inner peace
yearning to quench the darkness
that burns in my soul
–
wildfires-
a cold late
autumn rain
freshly cut lilies
pure and white and beautiful
laid upon his chest
–
city streets-
a blanket
of fresh snow
warm spring afternoon
rolling down a grassy hill
into a mass grave
–
wispy clouds-
grass stains and
smiling faces