LAST TIME

Graveside flowers bless the unholy standing by looking down curious about the passage through the path yet taken by the living the name now on stone to live longer than the soul beneath the trees nearby watching over changing seasons absent of sympathy for this and others and memories of names on cards and voices … More LAST TIME

EYES OPEN

A high heat pushed roadway lines sideways crowds trample the streets pulled toward destinations in a sea of shoulders   fire escapes spread waffle slanted shadows onto faded bricks   a radio pushes static into an alley   garbage cans release the aroma of yesterday   young men rolled up sleeves bright buckles black pocket … More EYES OPEN

WAITING MOMENTS

The alley weary brick lined its surface scarred the aroma of dampness lingering waits expectantly for its fraction of sunlight   never enough to heal the sordid lingering air like sidewalks wide streets or parks where children play   the alley is the center between buildings holding out for a few angled moments    

THE BEAUTY OF IT

A place where trees stop me a stone wall familiar the road straight then curves recognizing the respect for those who understand a moment to rest appreciating the beauty the organization of nature here under the shade pausing as if it were the last time to pass by

SEEING BEYOND

A motionless escape   invisible freedoms discovered   paupers enjoy the fragrance of roses and lavender as they contemplate the discipline of the earth   stars follow the desperate while hope is the pollen of dreams  

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

WALKING THROUGH

The streets are me broken chains of thought in the company of whistles and horns a subway below sidewalks of people fishing for space between crosswalks while a guitar and sax play songs for quarters and dimes all beneath a sun and clouds forming shade and shadows as the engine is motion  

I REMEMBER

the thickness of night as a cool blanket of air slips onto the yard lifting out a day of warmth   windows shut sweaters appear   a dark lakes surface humbles even the brave   inside cabin lights extinguish like falling stars   night sounds filter through aged screened windows the aroma of pine lingers … More I REMEMBER

STEP THIS WAY

In the corners of the desert whispers drain out as sweat becomes the turpentine from unnecessary movement   desert flowers draw on moisture in the air   bones lost in storms become the crossroads of the hunted   each direction is an unknown destination while the lost and stubborn follow the moon   tears stain … More STEP THIS WAY

JUST TO THE SIDE

the shadow staggers behind   out of rhythm humming a song no one ever heard   there were times of shadow separation crossing the line a string of walk-a-ways never followed through or followed up   and the lack of respect the disinterest toward the shadow spending time leaning, fading back, crossing over or through … More JUST TO THE SIDE