SKY SIGNS

invisible winds twisting clouds gray shadow prints crawl past   a deepening of humidity changing without introduction   rain presses in lightening blasts thunder hammers fog blankets   …and then   blue sky infinity slips within the circle where we stand

ETERNITY

from the mouths of angels voices appeared like bonfires burning from their faces as the last clouds of day melted away   their message rose from the edge like a half note of wind   it was breath to breath a full measure without error that eternity holds the dreams of the dead

THE STEPS OF MOVING ON

It was an occasion for suspicion a strange arrangement searching for a solemn confession among a pastel of voices like the comma between two good thoughts of invading serpents and invading dreams where the best of plans are assembled for a traveler born wounded to find a way under a keyboard of passing clouds  

JUST A FEW SECONDS

a stretch of clouds created for a brief moment a perfect opening   a separation of white and gray   a gift of silence revealing a distant blue ceiling mostly unnoticed   until…   the clouds quietly reformed into a white flat unbroken carpet  

ANOTHER LAST NIGHT

the dogs of night get a new growl when backdoor clubs fill with evening voices   dancers sway rhythmically within clouds of smoke   lipstick numbers appear on napkins when approving eyes catch a glance   yesterdays salted wounds disappear as morning stretches over empty streets

TO THE END

before counted time there was death where dreams cease like a broken branch nevermore to leaf   the moon and stars care not   the sun passes over the clouds and winds prevail while the spirit crosses a river or into a light   those remaining shed tears washing out their souls remembering the last … More TO THE END

LINEN SONG

fair winds circled past open windows teasing checked and striped curtains snapping their ends against red stained brick walls signaling like a ship messages to the sky  

RUSTY SKELETON

voices descend through the fire escape   men wearing sleeveless t-shirts drink and smoke   women whisper   children stare to the sky where clouds shadow the alley   a cat sleeps resembling driftwood   pigeons gaze down from the rooftop   Latin music rich with aroma drifts from a window    

JUST A FEW SECONDS

A stretch of clouds created for a brief moment a perfect opening   a separation of white and gray   a gift of silence revealing a distant blue ceiling mostly unnoticed   as the clouds quietly reformed into a white flat unbroken carpet