PARTS OF EVERYTHING

the cafĂ©   suspended strings of white lights, like stars pointing the way   shadowed tables, people talking, whispering, listening, leaning inward for the words   waiters in aprons angling between tables   welcome aromas red cloth napkins, anxious expecting eyes   waiting is the gift finally received  

OUT OF PLACE

we fear the stranger fallen from grace shaken, unsure   hair snarled like side yard vines a reminder of someone chasing you in dreams   the eyes, hoping for a sympathy gaze   for coins a cold meal, from a warm heart   he knows he is out of place, searching for someplace else  

DISCOVERING

trellised words, vined thoughts, labyrinths watering misshapen clay under the eyes of what was hidden invisible,   releasing messages from years,   unstoppable,   like the warmth of a calendar welcoming summer during the search for me  

WITHIN

it was at the edge of horizons where eyes welcome a steady line of waves touching the senses, dripping from clouds hiding in shadows evenings and nights and familiar songs   the years are unstoppable, a collection words, drifting in breezes   but not forgotten  

IT IS THE END

night, a silent voice   eyes fold satin smooth   chances and memories walk across thoughts to the other side   destiny and legacy hold the cards   as impatience opens another door into a large room of what was lost with a small box of what was found            

OUR DUSTY ROAD

our car lights cut a shinning path over a dark surface as we pass below boughs of great trees   I lean out the window watching leaves twist as we hurry past   stars blink on a dark infinity sky   warm air rushes through my hair, my eyes blink with excitement   our street … More OUR DUSTY ROAD

CAN YOU SPARE

the whereabouts of being unknown on a traveled road with curves and long straights   walking a town, suspicious eyes whispers and turns brother can you spare, where the diner is?   a meal like others, garnished with haste to the road outside that knows my name   we are friends  

WATERS SPEAKING BLUE

sadness   the uncontrolled wind the draining of a sink silent thoughts positioned from those close   campfires without smoke smoldering reigniting the lips water over the eyes a baptism with ashes   as the heart asks for one more beat and the feet for another step  

DESERT SHORT CUT

falling knives and unmarked graves suspicious eyes serpents and fire cold scales, warm venom on the desert floor as day heat fails to night cold and folds of winds usher in cool flat air like ankle deep water and the pull of tides you run for life with busy feet crossing to safety on the … More DESERT SHORT CUT