Age

a day at the beach-
budding romance captured in
faded polaroids

sundown-
walking slowly
hand in hand

Cacophony

past a dark alley
a chorus of feral cats
and toppled trash cans

over the car horns
and the shouting-
more sirens

Reflection

through endless farmland-
I suddenly see myself
in a passing train

ice tinged puddles-
a stranger lingers
in the water

Cityscapes

another el train
rumbles by as I sit in
my open window

an ailing fan-
ninety degrees
at two am

Sandy_Hook

blinded by the pain-
your small hand comes to guide me
out of the darkness

crystal sky-
the sudden flight
mourning doves

Early

sleep clouding my eyes
I drive into the sunrise-
a cold autumn moon

cold dark morn-
torn from the womb
of my comforter

Benches

a weathered park bench
waiting on the bus a child
takes the time to sit

early afternoon-
pigeons gather by
an empty bench

Homeless

sputtering neon-
piles of rags weakly lit by
the staccato glow

november night-
threadbare blankets
in the doorway

Waiting

softly falling rain-
I finally let you go
for your sake and mine

glass in his hair-
a husband waits
in anguished silence

Sand

hourglass summer-
memories of time we spent
slip through my fingers

driftwood-
a gull’s shadow
passes by