Strangers

sitting on the train
I look across the aisle and
see you as you were

hot city streets-
a stranger wears
my memories

Temple

a smiling buddha
round belly worn smooth by
hands of thousands

pagoda doors-
stone steps cut
in the hillside

bird

in a copper bowl
beneath a blooming dogwood
a robin splashes

sudden showers-
a crow flies
through the rain

Photos

dark attic corners
within an old cardboard box
dusty memories

summer boardwalk-
sepia toned
memories

Bistro

a sidewalk bistro-
over my coffee judging
everyone I see

al fresco-
sipping coffee
headphones on

Hiding

this fool’s mask I wear
hides the truth so no one sees
my deformity

moonless-
a dim glow
in the attic

Swim

well gone past midnight
swimming in the rain, lightning
off in the distance

scattered clothes-
midnight at the
swimming hole

Rowboat

oars carve the water-
echoes of my lover’s voice
from the other shore

pale skin freckled-
fingers threading
through the water

Mourning

cold tears of mourning
mix with the rain as I turn
my face to the sky

false dawn-
I’m sill here
without you

Crime

reliving the past
what lengths I wouldn’t go to
for absolution

dogwood blossoms-
blue jays raid
a sparrow nest