Weekend

saturday morning-
I fall back to sleep, your kiss
drying on my lips

the bedroom door-
your pillow
still warm

Injustice

bitter winter winds-
corruption festers and thrives
in the light of day

new moon-
awaiting the sun
to seek out shadows

Homeless

curled up on cardboard-
nameless faceless commuters
pass without a glance

fingerless gloves-
dreaming of a home
not a doorway

Sisyphus

reaching for the sun-
all those years spent climbing up
just to fall back down

scorched earth-
blackened stumps
to the horizon

Meditation

cross legged in the grass-
the morning sun dawns over
a new cairn of stone

balancing rocks-
my mind clear
for now

Disgust

a great bald eagle-
I’m forced to watch her greatness
fly on broken wings

a woodland pond-
the still water
brackish

Damage

another black cloud-
rain runs down my iron skin
leaving trails of rust

acid rain-
too much life
etched in my face

Dawn

long distance sunrise-
my rig nestled in the grooves
in the center lane

marshmallow clouds-
the rising sun
a campfire

Midnight

deceptive shadows-
I make my way back to bed
the hall light left on

moonlight on the floor-
I check again
under her bed

Beach

winter at the shore-
sun bleached clam and oyster shells
blend into the snow

approaching storm-
sea foam white
in the wind