Rain

her face to the sky
sundress plastered to her skin
at one with the rain

sandals in hand-
bare feet in
the wet grass

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

Transience

hallucinations-
my ephemeral partners
along for the ride

water lilies-
a pond dimpled
by dragonflies

Eyes

the burning red orb
casts its gaze about the land
hard and unblinking

ragweed-
my eyes swollen
and gritty

Descent

as the sun goes down-
I turn the final pages
of this well worn book

a ashen moon-
mist descends
upon the moors

Driving

the ragtop put down
bare feet up on the dashboard
red hair in the wind

pacific coast highway-
california dreamin’
on the radio

Ballerina

tiny ballet shoes-
waiting for the curtain in
crinoline and lace

sunday afternoon-
long hours
at the barre

Bed

the small of your back
illuminated softly
by a slice of moon

waterfall-
hair cascading
across my pillow

Sea

the sea my old friend
greets me with crushed oyster shells
rough beneath my feet

driftwood-
seagulls loiter
above the surf

Heat

such oppressive heat-
my sleeping cat slowly drips
from his windowsill

shimmering sand-
false promises
in the distance