Ash
under crushing debt
the future turns to ashes
swept by our children
–
wild fire-
fed by embers
on the wind
under crushing debt
the future turns to ashes
swept by our children
–
wild fire-
fed by embers
on the wind
any hope of sleep
spurned by the approaching dawn
and a snoring dog
–
sleeping dogs-
the violent death
of a cardboard box
thousands of moments
the taste of a prior life
memories of you
–
late winter-
pockmarks
in the snow
eyes looking inward
staring into the darkness
barely held at bay
–
cleansing breaths-
the forest
whispers
locked in my safe room
the world burning down outside-
is it hot in here?
–
crimson sky-
ashes drifting
on hot winds
open bed pickup
memories caught by the wind
litter the highway
–
twisted fingers-
brittle pages of
her wedding album
after the thunder
the sun dances in the snow
through the parting clouds
–
winter morning-
a snowy egret
dips her bill
lives in transition
our time of death uncertain
until the next one
–
morning glory-
time enough
to live again
a vial of poison-
reminiscences of you
held up to my lips
–
desert skies-
reflections of death
in the watering hole
at once of two worlds-
straddling the razor’s edge
between life and death
–
winter sun-
the hawk’s shadow
grows smaller