when we meet next life
let’s please not marry again
just coffee would do


cherry trees sporting
halos of spinning petals
whipped up by spring winds


sweeping off the roof
ankle deep in oak blossoms
I see you undress


birdsong everywhere

string quartet from my felines
clawing the screen door


children connect us
like a garden’s stone bridges
even when blooms wilt

Memorial Day, 2015

“People sleep peaceably in their beds at night
only because rough men stand ready to do violence
on their behalf.” – George Orwell

our world does not turn
marines know,
unless they die to make it so

they don’t fight for you or me
nor for policy nor for liberty

it’s for them hung in razor wire
it’s who’s guarding their backs
it’s jarheads dying in friendly fire
it’s teens going home in sacks

the granite of the next long wall
they’re the core of our nation’s soul