City

a dank feeble breeze-
the rumble of the el train
passing my window

distant sirens-
my room awash
in a neon glow

Commuter

walking from the train
a soft rain begins to wash
off the day’s burdens

eyes closed-
rocked to sleep
among strangers

Desert

a whole life reduced
to two dust covered and scuffed
satchels by her feet

cold desert night-
the tent offers
poor respite

Splinter

rid of you at last
cut from where you’d gotten lodged
just under my skin

last year’s maple leaves-
splinters from a
prior life

Birds

a mackerel sky-
skeins of canadian geese
flying overhead

routine commute-
cardinals cross
my path

Thaw

great sheets of lake ice
cracked and heaving in the sun
as they come onshore

a cold night-
the ice in your drink
begins to melt

Spring

tiger lilies bloom-
last year’s fallen leaves begin
dancing with the wind

crocus blooms –
a young robin
in my birdbath

Music

rhapsody in blue-
the crush of humanity
just outside my ears

the subway shuttle-
a ragged busker
bows his violin

Disaster

horizontal rain-
fractured palms and broken dreams
tumble down the street

dark greasy smoke-
The sky lit
by falling embers

Birds

softly melting snow-
the trumpets of returning
canadian geese

the ides of march-
a robin graces
my dogwood tree