Solo Renhai

 

 

Vaughn Seward, CA   On Another   Side of the road— the flat tire is placed against the car. An old broken poplar leans hard on another. The senior gent raises a knobbly cane— passing bus. October 17, 2008 Notes:     Solo Renhai   Moving On   A bear scrounges on the steep hillside— shriveled berries. Vase of dried roses— good times, now passed. The scent of leaves burning in the backyard— oil drum. October 17-21, 2008 Notes:     Solo Renhai   As They Sleep   A bright half-moon as I start the early shift— vacant street. Empty Doughnut shop— a police car rolls up. A full moon rises behind an oak— leafless branches. October 25-27, 2008 Notes:     Solo Renhai   Tiny Voices   Dusk deepens— the first tiny voices echo across the neighborhood. Carved autumn gourd— a candle lit in its head. Porch light— a werewolf's face reflects in the glass door. October 28-29, 2008 Notes:     Solo Renhai   Crossing Overhead   A high-flying jet intersects honking geese— southward bound. His toy airplane again misses the old cat. The police chopper circles back overhead— dead of night. October 30, 2008 Notes: