Patina

long ago I was
your knight in shining armor
now I’m just tarnished

rusted hinges-
an old mare
out to pasture

Vision

my view, distorted
looking up from the bottom
of this hole I’ve dug

a rimy pond-
peering up through
frozen cataracts

Falling

standing before you
silent and overexposed
awaiting judgement

whitecaps-
riding the edge
of an avalanche

Anticipation

sitting on the dock
losing patience waiting for
my ship to come in

a cold hard rain-
the dog brings
her leash

Marriage

falling off my bike
I become one with the earth
for just a moment

june twilight-
our vows float away
on paper lanterns

Hope

swallowing my doubts
returning day after day
in case you wake up

patchwork sunlight-
I brush the sleep
from your lips

Carving

left in a doorway
the simple offering of
a small jade Buddha

the slanting sun-
putting to bed the
last work of the day

Rising

frost on the windows-
heat from the radiator
rustles the curtains

warm boots-
glowing embers
adrift in the smoke

Betrayal

guttering gas lamps
weakly lighting the platform
where she waits, in vain

the scent of jasmine-
a silent stream
turns to ice

Lovers

life can be fickle
hold your lover close tonight
before it’s too late

a darkened doorway-
your soft lips hard
against mine