ghosts in river smoke
drifting dogwood and bird calls
scraps of battle flags
Month: September 2015
409
our morning prayer
a sound almost forgotten
it’s rain chanting back
408
for one afternoon
the small meadow of flowers
surrounds a new grave
407
moon of blood, some say
how one is, is how one sees
blushing Georgia peach
406
garlands of tail lights
bright in an evening’s commute
rubies and roses
405 / tanka
for jacking prices
on drugs five thousand percent
I will seek you out
to bargain with in Hades
a small drop of ice water
404
little summer friends
wanting just a suck of blood
I’m ungenerous
403
old men at starbucks
coffee and pie forty cents
1965
402
big bushy gray tail
sprints up a telephone pole
skyway of wires
401
late night taking out
the garbage– how do stars
clean after themselves?
400/s
shimmering above
waves of glistening water
waves of long white wings
399
buddha statue sits
facing Highway 101
torrents of folly
from Google Earth
398
ducklings and mother
marching to the swimming pool
she shoos cats away
397
raindrops on windshield
such a pity to wipe off
waiting all summer
396
on parched yellow hills
light bouquets of petrichor
left by the first rain
395
last light seeping through
branches– summer sinks away
a child’s paper boat
394
my friend’s funeral
chances to schmooze and network
her paintings for sale
393
bled dry by branches
they do not willingly leave
what supported them
392
chopping fire breaks
on a hill of dying trees
clusters of deer watch
391
sutra of lotus
flowering in the mire
galaxies bow down
