Together Again
The crowd has gone.
He smiles from the picture.
Every now and then a sympathy card.
Slower pace, life at a crossroad.
Category / Poetry
Terrorism
Plotting strategies in strident tones
the robins begin to attack.
“The head, the head”, they shrill
and swoop to circle the cherry tree;
Tankas
Some old faces contain
young folk who eagerly look forward
others are old thru and thru
clinging to yesterdays
A Door to Two Places
Today, I intended to build a wall,
install a door,
this poem got in the way.
A poem about hallways, passages,
Raining on West Sound
Masts at the marina totter with each gust
drunken sticks staggering nowhere
finches have fled the feeder
hide deep in the dark trees
by the path to the water
Spiders
I look for you
beneath the bed,
inside my boots,
nestling in the folds
of my sheets.
strawberries
the dark, scarlet curve
fades to pale.
pink skin sparkling
juice dripping,
easier
this is what it is like
to love someone
who will never love you back:
it is a thorn in the chest
buried deep, drawing blood.
Apocalypse
the sky will be black
ashen limbs falling at my feet
torn hearts bleeding in the grass
brown rabbits, green grasshoppers, black crows, red foxes
all scrambling in herds of dust and blood and pain
This November Wind
At last the sun
breaks free of the gray cover,
leaving a glaucous sheen
on the horizon.
Two eagles,
inspired by the wind,
spiral around each other
in their amorous dance.