City

seventh floor walk up-
down in the street feral cats
howl in the moonlight

stuck to my sheets-
the only breeze
from a passing train

Grief

wreaths of dead flowers-
how can I blame you now for
my dirty dishes

the front door locked-
my footsteps echo
down the hall

River

herons in the reeds-
crabs hide under stones after
the overnight rain

river rocks-
barbel catfish lurk
in the shadows

Phoenix

engulfed in blue flames-
as my life turns to ashes
I step out reborn

down among the ashes-
the rain arrives
far too late

Change

lost in the mirror-
years collecting on the floor
‘neath the barber’s chair

wading-
knee deep
in the past

Laundry

linens on the line-
warm peals of children’s laughter
waft in on the breeze

wicker baskets-
a coffee can of
broken clothespins

Growth

october sunrise-
ivy on the stone facade
silver in the dew

grey stone walls-
saplings rooted
in old pastures

Traffic

highway median-
long neglected grasses sway
with the passing cars

towering light pole-
a red tailed hawk
spots it’s prey

Shore

whitewashed beach shanties-
a path of crushed coral ends
at the ebbing tide

salt air-
a gull’s cry
above the surf

Contract

under a blood moon-
take my name from off your lips
and release my soul

wet ink-
my name
bound to you