Saturday, September 2, 2017

In a hundred billion years
All, perhaps, is forgotten
But the eye of the bird
Caught and held you now
As you stood looking

Friday, August 11, 2017

Besos perdidos
Aunque puedo ver mi amor
Ella está muy lejos
En un país lejano no se
Los pájaros vuelan
Pero los besos se pierden

Monday, July 24, 2017

The nervous watchful
Eye of the bird
Scanning for food
For foe--
The bird seeks its own
When you reach out
A hand in solidarity
It flies away

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Jet trails
The smoke of where
You have been
Illuminated by the evening sun
Before the smoke
Dissipates among the clouds 

Saturday, June 10, 2017

WASP
Not a pretty dear
Its contact toxic
The slightest human response
To its silent touch
A sting
Fashioned by its creator

Friday, May 26, 2017

With blackboards filled with hows
Where is the why of the sun
Or the cloud hanging in mid-afternoon
Or the life that comes and goes
Why is there why--

The birds sing at twilight



Wednesday, May 3, 2017


When the rooms are empty
A paid friend is
Better than none