Dying alone? Well,
what is it but dying, plain,
plus a codicil?
☯
She told me to leave
and I’m the only witness
to one good deed done.
☯
Those bedbugs again,
spread through our laundry room grime
whom shall they favor?
☯
Summer sensation
dry lower lip pulls back from
sticky incisors.
☯
The old man’s left hand,
top of the driver’s headrest
slight shake as brakes squeak.
☯
She ties on a branch
one purple paper flower
the sun to illume.
☯
Running for the bus
little ones leading the way
for one panting Mom.
☯
Stranded–no buses,
dead phone, disaster only
as far as my mind.
☯
Take a short moment
and two or three more add up
to a longer crime.
☯
After weeks of heat
the drizzle politely asks
permission to stay.
☯
I’ve watched light, through blinds,
flicker in a summer wind…
ready to leave now.
☯
Sister Fatima
says goodbye one last time
Wa-Alaikum-Salaam.
☯
The fly, don’t know why,
pokes its way through bent grass leaves…
A search for purpose?
☯
One worn black teddy bear
head slumped back, arms out; a nap
by the florist’s door.
☯
His voice punches air,
butt parked on a blue towel,
singing Bill Withers.
☯
In my “Bud Light” shirt
I’m in no shape to question
the two bus boozers.
☯
Hydraulic bus lift
beeps its staggered triplets to
coffee shack hiphop.
☯
His close-lipped laughter
my eyes closed, transmogrifies–
an owl’s twilight coo.
☯
Ball rolls to a stop
beside heat-drooped yellowhorn…
nothing else happens
