Memorial
shadows of small flags-
with a bouquet of flowers
she runs to your grave
–
mourning doves-
the young man
on the mantle
shadows of small flags-
with a bouquet of flowers
she runs to your grave
–
mourning doves-
the young man
on the mantle
my rhododendrons-
robins erupt into song
just before the dawn
–
the sun rises-
heedless of the
whiskey and beer
grime covered windows-
watching the rain absently
stirring black coffee
–
street lights-
shadows of rain
on my paper napkin
covered in lichens-
a tall and stately oak tree
sheds its dead branches
–
thin mountain air-
all my baggage
suddenly empty
a chorus of birds-
greening trees cast shade across
our secret meadow
–
slating sunlight-
motes of dust
defy gravity
life gets in the way-
in my haste I neglected
to say I love you
–
shifting skies-
one simple
phone call
warm morning birdsong-
my love asleep next to me
aglow in the sun
–
robin song-
curtains sway in
the morning breeze
dusting the knickknacks-
doing my best to ignore
the crumbling walls
–
afternoon light-
fresh paint on
cracked concrete
a field of shadows-
the bargains made with myself
so swiftly broken
–
a full flower moon-
silver shadowed
daffodils
under a clear sky-
if only this cloud of gnats
would leave me in peace
–
venus rising-
our picnic blanket
wet with dew