Concrete, leaves…
unseen,
rain speckles
☯️
Windstorm–
that tiny bit
through tented fingers
☯️
Winter–
wind blows heat
to raise eyebrows
☯️
Coffee cake
to cop car hood–
young woman flees
☯️
Blown leaf,
scrapes the sidewalk…
locked chapel
☯️
Run to the woods–
old boombox greets
much older trees
☯️
Monday…
she turns her head,
tracing a tear
☯️
Never a lizard,
still…
he sleeps in the sun
☯️
tanka:
“I wish”
(said wistful)
“only to be
one bird on a branch…
at sunrise”
☯️
From leaves,
chlorophyll withdraws…
en masse surrender
☯️
Bonfire clicks…
branches collapse
like ribs
☯️
Alone, cold,
he howls on key–
to a siren
☯️
My radiator,
ticks…
thin ice outside
☯️
Lusciousness
of dark–too bad I can’t sleep
awake
☯️
Soldier
in snow…rye
moistens his eyes
☯️
Late November,
Christmas lights…
last of the blue sky
☯️
