Murder
an old farmers sink-
her mind miles away from the
blood in the carpet
–
back garden soil-
no amount of soap
makes her feel clean
Category Archives: Seasons
Distance
under summer stars-
in the fading moonlight she
could almost be you
–
iron skies-
across the piazza
you become the crowd
America
black america
locked inside the golden door
yearning to breathe free
–
hot city streets-
new seedlings break
through the concrete
Reckoning
vultures overhead-
circling waiting before
feasting on the dead
–
red skies-
a tempest
at our door
Injustice
drowning each of us
in the blood of our comrades
within sight of shore
–
tulips blossom-
death takes no heed
upon who’s grave
Alar
soaring red-tailed hawks-
below veiled skies verdant trees
emerge from the mist
–
between the clouds
and the cut grass-
a wounded crow
Memorial
shadows of small flags-
with a bouquet of flowers
she runs to your grave
–
mourning doves-
the young man
on the mantle
Awake
my rhododendrons-
robins erupt into song
just before the dawn
–
the sun rises-
heedless of the
whiskey and beer
Diner
grime covered windows-
watching the rain absently
stirring black coffee
–
street lights-
shadows of rain
on my paper napkin
Shedding
covered in lichens-
a tall and stately oak tree
sheds its dead branches
–
thin mountain air-
all my baggage
suddenly empty