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

OVER HERE

A place strong like a river   surroundings soft on the eyes and easy on the hands   drawing out the best of long fields where sunsets command a second look and rains are infrequent   while angels harmonize in the scent of lavender dissolving the unknown

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

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  

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

RECOVERY

Desolate promises the unexpected highlight of yesterday the inherited creation for the newness of today   it was a narrative without stop a gift of holding onto where whispers become words and night has no fears   the strength of rivers provides no answers while distant moons release abandoned angels into the hearts thirsting for … More RECOVERY

UNDERNEATH IT ALL

There‚Äôs a ghost in the meadow a shadow in the middle a reflection absent of pain its not the everlasting but you can see it from here   the land supports ancient frames unruly hedges and rambling stone walls that unlock the uphill where gravity pulls one onto the footstool of land