Fire
in the line of fire
standing while the others fall
I am bulletproof
–
rising smoke-
the doe startled
bounds away
in the line of fire
standing while the others fall
I am bulletproof
–
rising smoke-
the doe startled
bounds away
lace curtains drawn back-
shadows of tiger lilies
adorning my walls
–
breakfast for one-
fresh cut blooms
on the table
pinpoints of starlight
fall from the firmament and
streak across the sky
–
midnight-
lines of fire
split the sky
a candle and spoon-
the bare bulb above her head
casts a harsh shadow
–
on the corner-
slowing headlights
catch the rain
dark foreboding clouds
low in the afternoon sky
harbingers of doom
–
soft rain-
broken trees
and power lines
canadian geese
on the way to warmer climes-
cloudless autumn sky
–
mottled light-
kits in their den
below the forest floor
that look in your eyes-
it’s an hour before dawn and
we need to leave now
–
exhausted-
more beautiful
than ever
early may morning-
cardinals flit among the
forsythia blooms
–
noonday sun-
ripe strawberries
hiding in the shade
pale whispers of men
pass by along the river
rowing in silence
–
walking stick in hand-
my footprints
fading
watching you suffer
affords me none of the joy
I was expecting
–
blood moon-
packing my bags
while you sleep