BLACKBIRDS

on a dirt road of my father, and his father, with winds in my pocket and shiftless turns   the unknown before and after walking under elephant boughs past ancient bark and lilacs between angles of sun and shade stepping over boundaries past stonewalls in disrepair   black birds break silence sheltering in treetops, watching, … More BLACKBIRDS

BEHIND THE EYES

pretender of day product of night sunglasses worn at midnight   eyes behind shade painting dark darker eliminating shadows   faces move close as words find shelter within the music while night dreams blossom under plastic magnolias

LOST

The desert   a roar of silence   bland colors crooked shapes life absent   an innocent appearance   tempting footsteps and greedy eyes to wander like dust   random inspecting overturning a stone   looking back or was it there it all looks the same   no water no shade   lost    

WELCOME BACK

There’s a silhouette a side shadow   brave with image soulful and longstanding   motion expressed with well spoken words   hat tipped blocking the sun providing shade for eyes of reason   at the edge of a clear stream he stands expecting great things from a cast into swift waters   ripples over rocks … More WELCOME BACK

WINTER FADES

A wedge or orange waits for morning fingers   a black cat at the screen door; a pinch of salt over the shoulder   same radio songs weather changes clouds always appear   last patch of snow in the shaded corner of the shed   a few buds up high on trees thrive where sunlight … More WINTER FADES

A FRESH LOOK

It was beautiful because, shaded solitude under a sycamore blanketing a dirt road   durable carpets of moss and grass exhibited proof of ancient inheritance   it’s a bewildering place for those just passing through and an oasis for those walking slowly                      

ONE TOWN OVER

The other side of shade, on the banks of the unfamiliar, where I am mindful of dust, from towns past, but not from here. It’s a summer loud day, the wind and sky companions, a place some call home, where a sweater is used for warmth or a pillow. A place where houses and main … More ONE TOWN OVER

ONCE A YEAR

Festival day captures the heart of church bells, stirring the sedative village into boisterous frivolity. Adjoining terraces are decorated with multiple loud colors. Pigeons look down from rooftops. Shops are closed for the day. Paper banners rattle in the wind.   Revelers dance on shaded streets, celebrating generations of unchanged excitement. With arms entwined they … More ONCE A YEAR