Southwest

terra cotta bricks-
the desert sunset lights up
an old bell tower

adobe twilight-
the slowly cooling
desert sand

Cats

hackles standing up
prowling the streets in darkness
looking for a fight

captured moonlight-
eyes blazing
in the dark

Music

fingers cracked with age
settle on the well worn keys
of her piano

milky eyes-
memories of youth
and music

Abuse

covers pulled up high-
living in constant fear of
the click of the latch

black and blue sky-
waiting for the
impending storm

Lost

a dark bus depot-
waiting by the only light
for hope to arrive

dark wanderings-
only the moon
lights my path

Weekend

saturday morning-
I fall back to sleep, your kiss
drying on my lips

the bedroom door-
your pillow
still warm

Homeless

curled up on cardboard-
nameless faceless commuters
pass without a glance

fingerless gloves-
dreaming of a home
not a doorway

Sisyphus

reaching for the sun-
all those years spent climbing up
just to fall back down

scorched earth-
blackened stumps
to the horizon

Meditation

cross legged in the grass-
the morning sun dawns over
a new cairn of stone

balancing rocks-
my mind clear
for now

Disgust

a great bald eagle-
I’m forced to watch her greatness
fly on broken wings

a woodland pond-
the still water
brackish