Abuse

waiting for the bus
she seeks shelter from the rain
and years of abuse

a sudden squall-
the sky bruised
and blackened

Murder

on the village green
the shadows of injustice
hang from an oak tree

greasy smoke-
torches light
a darkened path

Passage

simple linen shrouds-
worn at a time when we are
all truly equal

graveside-
the hollow echo
of falling earth

Atonement

alone with my sins-
I pray for atonement and
for the strength to change

overcast-
rain runs down
stained glass

Hair

blonde and auburn leaves
kissed by the first touch of fall
decorate my lawn

home from work-
she tosses her hair
on the bed

Island

at work dreaming of
a caribbean romance
before summer ends

a dockside bar
rum runners and
buffet tunes

Distance

feeling out of place
out of time and out of mind
without you with me

unfamiliar stars-
in hotel sheets
missing you

Trouble

you think things are bad
why not try rolling your eyes
at me one more time

crows take flight-
under the elm
a shallow grave

Burden

down by the river
releasing slights collected
after all these years

on my back-
the weight of countless
grains of sand

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