Crimson
the low morning sun
behind a red crepe myrtle
it’s branches aflame
–
fresh snow
blowing alight the coals
of last nights fire
Category Archives: Heat
Recollections
our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one
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calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing
Amour
your licorice lips
the taste of clove and anise
lingers on my tongue
–
quiet sunrise
a rose bud
slowly opens
Fire
well seasoned hardwood
crackles and hisses as it
slowly turns to ash
–
rolling seas
a cigarette cupped
against the wind
Daybreak
dawn by the lakeside
white herons fly over mist
lit by the sunrise
–
morning coffee
steam rises
off the grass
Anxiety
dry mouthed and sweaty
frozen in front of a crowd
my practiced speech, gone
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black water
at the precipice
of hesitationD
Midday
box turtles basking
motionless, gently drifting
on a floating log
–
acorns falling
a silver flash
ripples the water
Together
barely enough room
in my zippered sleeping bag
for the two of us
–
white footprints
your hand
tightly in mine
Redemption
clinging to the flames
my mortal sins escape me
carried by the wind
–
absolution
casting bread
upon the water
Panic
small talk in their booth
a dinner plate shatters and
she’s back in Iraq
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turning winds
a yearling doe
prepares to bolt