Forsaken

still she counts the ships-
her thick wool sweater stained red
with the setting sun

date night-
she sits at a table
set for one

Pinned

a beast of burden-
the cold weight of my shadow
pins me to the past

shadow boxes-
beetle’s wings
on display

Return

reliving the past-
why am I drawn back to you
time and time again

poison ivy-
the inevitability
of regrowth

Futility

in the deep end
endlessly treading water
lest I slip under

sand hill cranes-
a bicycle rusts
amid the cattails

Justice

who will stand and speak
when there is such injustice
if not I then who?

angry seas-
ramshackle rafts
adrift and lifeless

Consequences

living on the edge –
tasting the forbidden fruit
and consequences

future regrets-
I send a drink
down the bar

Age

a rusting iron gate-
beyond the overgrown path
crumbling headstones

bristlecone pines-
deeply rooted
to the earth

Sailing

plying the trade winds-
seeking safe harbor under
an ocean of sky

rolling seas-
sails reefed
before the storm

Rot

all the leaves scattered
standing despite itself but
rotten at the core

a forest altar-
oaken pews
standing empty

Empty

hundreds of candles-
an unlit testament to
this empty vigil

tumbled stone-
autumn’s first light
warms the piazza