Mermaid

the sea in the wind
salt, sand, and tropical sun
tangled in her hair

amid the waves-
she watches ships
ply her waters

Autumn

a bite in the air-
nighthawks begin flying south
along the shoreline

orange moon-
the year’s work
ready for harvest

Lights

highway sedation-
numbed by the interplay of
streetlights and shadows

evening star-
a crow perched
atop a streetlight

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

Lakeside

an empty rowboat
tied down to a weathered dock
rocking in the swells

salt spray-
the old pier’s
bleached bones

Darkness

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

drawn curtains-
low clouds
full of malice

Return

reliving the past-
why am I drawn back to you
time and time again

poison ivy-
the inevitability
of regrowth

Regrets

your name on my phone-
against my better judgment
I answer the call

labor day-
the first taste
of pumpkin spice

Depth

slow rhythmic rocking
as I’m drawn deep into you
my lover the sea

crying gulls-
lost in your
cold embrace

History

stone temple ruins-
echoes of ancient bronze bells
call the monks to prayer

summer sunlight-
wending through
the splintered roof