Break in the rain
storm goes away
a bitter family chat,
dicey, slicing
dagger of words—
stand still-
a willow branch
cracks.
~2010
Witches and Queen
I love the walk of the isle
into your brain cells.
I’m rolling heart ache
in a lover’s night.
I stand on solid ground.
You preach to me,
I find you there:
you scream out,
“I’m witches and queen.”
~2011
One Day Words
One day here
then you go.
Light, moods,
speculation, depression
day by day—
then you go.
Rivers, streams,
go dry.
Simple words.
~2011
A Patch of Green
A four way traffic stop,
a patch of green turf
squared-off in the median,
where a blackbird pecks
for a worm box-lunch,
goes unnoticed,
rush hour traffic
passes by,
another day.
~2008
