SALT AIR

on the crowded sidewalk he felt his hands were lost   day was slipping silently into a breezy evening   the aroma of salt air filled the pocket of his senses   city lights robbed the glory of stars making faint a crescent moon   he mumbled a prayer like church candles soul dripping   … More SALT AIR

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FAVORITE CHAIR

day breezes become captured in the coolness, welcomed through open windows stirring stained restless curtains at days end and nights beginning   star carpets and a moon face stare down onto rooftops with their forever light slipping around branches to my favorite chair at meadows edge    

THAT WAY

before evening there’s an afternoon asleep   a recipe of gathering, irresponsibility   street corners the city breathes then exhales a boxcar moaning steel   old faces disturbed that youth is wasted as age burns the fire out then points to the past laughing infrequently wondering what’s left   digging into empty pockets   going … More THAT WAY

GUIDED SAFELY

a gust of evening wind cools the skin while I follow a path beneath pine boughs and their sweet aroma   an opening light of the moon brushes past mists of ghosts   stars appear like diamond footsteps pointing toward home as night follows close by my side

SWING ON

The world past the front porch, watching the same clouds set in the magic of the sky   prayers lift up from swings and wicker chairs escaping through tired screens   cars passing know only of roads, the next corner the direction home or close to it   train whistles cross over buildings and empty … More SWING ON

EVENING CANVAS

Ripples of shadows crossed the field, like racers to the finish.  Birds of all sizes cut corners above the willowy weeds. Moths dared themselves into the air to a line of trees.  A thin dew spread evenly over leaves and brush.  The change from day to dusk moved within the sky. Small creatures scurried swiftly … More EVENING CANVAS

ANOTHER PLACE

I have a legend with the road. A connection with dust from parking lots and narrow alleys.  I know something about flat tires and vacant store fronts where change and loss hold onto empty.  Faraway places never consider these places.  A suffering evening sky labors at placing stars into night. Mountain shadows, appearing like sleeping … More ANOTHER PLACE

SOMEONE

His words were a smooth oil, a salve to the faint.  Though wronged in the past, he forgave.  Moved on, removing walls of hurt to reach beyond. When speaking he releases part of himself, filling others with hope, never running out of the light within.  He often says, “Life is too rich to keep it … More SOMEONE

PREVAILING WINDS

The month of June holds steady the threshold of summer as we move joyously away from winters grasp.   The sun sets a late table; evening shadows sharp and long. Fading footprints on the sand possess the dreams of day. Beach roses close out with respect. Day lilies die with night. Screen doors welcome visitors. … More PREVAILING WINDS

NIGHT QUIET

A quiet horizon slowly absorbs a flat bronze evening sky, its edges melting into a dusky mist.   There were no low rumbles or gusts of wind or clouds forming and reforming; a weighted silence pressed down onto a solemn ground.   It was a moment of looking up, Wondering what would be next. Preparing … More NIGHT QUIET