Loneliness
reading into my
masochistic tendencies-
our old love letters
–
grimy windows-
a metal fan
stirs the air
reading into my
masochistic tendencies-
our old love letters
–
grimy windows-
a metal fan
stirs the air
white scrims of sea foam
gauzy and delicate as
a dragonfly’s wing
–
seaweed-
sun dried by
the high tide line
the whiteness of bone
long buried in the desert
revealed by the wind
–
summer evening-
dogwood petals
in the grass
chocolate ice cream
slowly melting in the heat
of the summer sun
–
amber skies-
an ice cream truck
around the corner
a weathered rowboat-
mooring line gently slapping
up against the dock
–
children jumping
from the pier-
lakeside
the fifth of July
a time for reflection on
what we have become
–
saguaro cactus-
a small sneaker
in the sand
canons and mortars-
our patriotic fervor
lights up the night sky
–
fireworks
the dog hides
under my bed
above the highway
a red tailed hawk circling
riding the thermals
–
hunting-
an osprey plummets
to the sea
a thief in the night-
sleep steals into the room and
takes me unawares
–
cunning-
the sly sofa
steals my will
a viking long boat
trailing ash and smoke floating
towards valhalla
–
central park-
cigar ashes on
the chess board