Pittsburgh
just another day
thoughts and prayers for the dead while
no one does a thing
–
a quiet morning-
evil flourishes
in the silence
just another day
thoughts and prayers for the dead while
no one does a thing
–
a quiet morning-
evil flourishes
in the silence
open before me
the pages of my journal
blank and foreboding
–
onshore winds-
sand and shells
in the roiling surf
documenting war-
pages inked with the spilled blood
of the innocent
–
shimmering heat –
blood pools
in the desert sand
the full predawn moon
resting above the changing
autumn canopy
–
evening chill-
the moon dressed
in alabaster
staring at the clock
trying to understand the
cruelty of time
–
aching for sleep-
minutes collect
in piles on the floor
october morning-
even the sun seems to feel
like staying in bed
–
flannel sheets-
somewhere in the house
an open window
an autumn sunset-
the shadow of a goshawk
long on the meadow
–
oak leaves-
slipping below
a covered bridge
a cool autumn eve
the reclining crescent moon
asleep in the sky
–
a blue heron-
flying under
the misty moon
the living desert-
waves carried across the sand
by wind on the dunes
–
tumbleweeds-
a mindless expanse
of lifeless sand
blackbird’s lilting song-
sunlight caresses your face
just before you wake
–
in the clouds-
the soft glow of
an autumn dawn