JUST ME

solitary,   being alone when surrounded,   mourning without tears,   reliving the past while believing the first words of the relationship can be repeated   remembering when pockets were full of sun and moon reflecting the glass of a calm ocean as birds swarmed overhead proving miracles did exist

FLEETING IMAGE

it was a gray tunnel   there was a man wearing an overcoat and hat   his back toward me walking quickly away, weaving to the sides, heavy steps raising dust from a crimson road   he was joined by a white bird, its wings covering the man   his image lost as the creature … More FLEETING IMAGE

OVERHEAD

cloud swells, mist like gauze floating, shades of unknown grays,   long weather in a disturbed sky obstructs the horizon   birds angle a quick path, people long step to shelter in   the air becomes a quiet numbness   the evidence of change begins, with a single drop of rain

BLACKBIRDS

on a dirt road of my father, and his father, with winds in my pocket and shiftless turns   the unknown before and after walking under elephant boughs past ancient bark and lilacs between angles of sun and shade stepping over boundaries past stonewalls in disrepair   black birds break silence sheltering in treetops, watching, … More BLACKBIRDS

EAST STREET

unashamed smoky alleys, rock walls overlook back porch squatters   pigeons wary of a changing breeze and strangers without wings garble a frightened message taking flight   barred windows, forgotten garbage, and bells ringing, signal the top of the hour;   for some the end, others, late for dinner

REGAL MOMENT

REGAL MOMENT     The hawk fearless aerial troubadour a solitary soldier overseeing conquering the air circling silently feathers against the sky bending into the curves observing the ground one within the currents patience unequaled dutiful to hereditary and family owning the right moment descending with accurate speed securing the ability to succeed

DRAWN AWAY

A message in the clouds hovering over a backroad. A broken thread releases a gallon of dreams where night birds run unchecked on country roads. The unspoken order of fragile pledges prompts secret trespasser’s away from downtown fortresses for the unknown, the chance of speed, with a splash of hope and promises broken; there’s no … More DRAWN AWAY

EACH CORNER

There was a glass reflection of sky and overhanging branches as we passaged down river, slipping through calm water; an excursion through nature’s lyrics. Each wide corner revealed another portrait in perfect color; small gatherings of birds swept silently above. There was a balance.  A quiet tempest of greatness.  An undercurrent of power not seen. … More EACH CORNER

MUSE

It was a canvas with voice. Tight and constrained. Earth supported with a dampening sky. Gold leafs brightened from a silver candelabra. Birds cold gray and three flowers in need of water. Shadows from a forest with blue trees. In the center a precocious muse. An expression to beguile those with whispering gazes and questions. … More MUSE

STEADFAST

He leans back against a brick wall on a three legged chair playing the harmonica. Angels pause at the sound. Traffic passes unnoticed. The sound is gold in his mind. He thinks of words despite detractions. There is an overpass of thin weaving clouds. The sun warms his hands. Pigeons rustle their wings with feathered … More STEADFAST