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

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

Monday, April 24, 2017

The binary world's
A sham
Despite the highest wall

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

The mourning dove
Has one song
That it repeats
To the busy world
Behind the blue sky
A white sky
Always there

Monday, January 9, 2017

To cross the Red Sea
You must enter it
Up to your neck