Sunday, April 29, 2018

Sunday Afternoon

The colors taken—
lavender violet—what’s left
for wisteria?


I long for the nod
the generational wink
that says yeah it was


Is it still in me
on an unfamiliar trail
the power to shine

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Thursday, April 26, 2018

Two on Time

Eating lunch alone—
the best, have done it for years,
once was someone else


I talk to my plants
a thing from the '70s
but faith comes with age

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Saturday, April 14, 2018


“Think I can join you?”
half of a park bench open
iron arm between


Saturday, April 07, 2018

Two Spring Haiku

Cold clings to April
cloth chilled on a bed of ice
balm to unseen wound


A helicopter
gone before I’ve found a word
for the sky, for flight

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Memory and Ink

Memory and ink
secrets arms leg torso breath 
drawn close