If I just let go
how long would my nails grow out
before I picked up?
☯
Headless for how long,
the marble statue presides
over stickerbush
☯
Ten pounds of books lighter
I fold my bag into my pack
for downtown.
☯
Santa Claus is a huge myth!
So is Jesus Christ!
I’ll shout this door down!
☯
In white hair and dress
she suggests a freshly-passed
angel, with walker.
☯
Across one damp field
the muddy figure; two hands
pulling a turnip.
☯
The electric fan blasts
the east breeze answers
midnight conversation.
☯
“I quit”
“Just stop”
On cardboard over window–
a statement or a plea?
☯
Half moon sliding
like a ring of cold chipped bone
along the power lines
☯
Alas, poor notebook
you held my very best lines
where did I leave you?
☯
Song of the right whale
could it reach, through fathoms
the softly-lapping tide?
☯
Spare one thought (at least)
for the driver of your bus
(or train), 6 am
☯
Flat barge, floating crane
divinity’s Lego toy
from up on the bridge
☯
Southbound 70,
“I want to know who you are”
…so seldom spoken.
☯
My heart leapt out! But
found its way back in; chastened…
such games it once loved!
☯
Darkness, this darkness,
the only darkness until
tomorrow’s sunset
