Humanity

we’re only human
well, some of us anyway
the rest who can say?

under the covers
alone with
my mistakes

Carts

an old wire pushcart-
she sits alone on her bench
surrounded by birds

under the bridge-
her shopping cart
full of treasures

Luna

mid september moon
shines behind indigo clouds
circled in silver

blushing-
the harvest moon
kissed by the sun

Lost

walking the highway-
seems I lost myself while I
was looking for you

sandstorm-
the mirage
an oasis

School

an open textbook-
daydreams try to tease me through
an open window

blank paper-
hammers pounding
from the wall clock

Trapped

in an old wheelchair
a young girl waits deep inside
the shell of herself

first light-
a sliver of dawn
beneath the door

Laundry

an empty basket-
warm sunlight on this week’s wash
snapping on the line

old bones-
family secrets
in the closet

Wet

barely keeping still-
my fingers brushing across
your wet ruby lips

waves lap the shore-
your hair drying in
the tropical sun

Regret

early autumn leaves-
I should have asked you to dance
the first time we met

sidewalk bistro-
I glanced at my phone
and you were gone

Death

days slowly passing-
the pain of every heartbeat
keeping me alive

raucous crows-
the carcass bears
silent witness