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  

A MIRRORS VOICE

forgiveness looks back from the mirror with half smiles, like the lesser wings of angels   it’s the time lost, the unscheduled acts of life, trapped in water, with the allure of youth washed out in scars and wounds   wrinkles unstoppable speak a visible war of seasons in constant forward motion       … More A MIRRORS VOICE

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  

WATCHING

to brave the change the unknown on a park bench feeding pigeons, eagles in another life while enjoying the green as leaves scratch in winds way   boys throwing stones dogs on leashes with angry eyes walking on paths around ponds   as day is completed much like yesterday and tomorrow  

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

LISTENING ANGELS

a thought of ink onto paper   casual words in a half shell pushing out rain water from the past   stories about stories some greater than before others weak or forgotten as more rain blemishes all it touches even the wings of angels who carefully listen

VAPORS AND MISTS

the meadow absorbs a light morning rain breathing it out by late afternoon as I walk through with my arms extended vortices from rising vapors twist off the ends of my hands forming contrails drifting silently to the ground without any evidence as I reach the other side

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