Older Now
Where do I find it?
That which I’ve lost.
Grey ribbons of packaged thoughts.
Shadow roads.
Desk Object
A cracked cup
Notched for a dying rose
Longs for coffee and lips.
Rheem
Space wraps endless arms
While I sit watching
Time pass…
…dust falling on my food.
Birthday
Words that I might taste,
Gestures that I might hear.
These are the things I wish for,
Year after year.
The Year with No Roof
A fine smooth road with liplike curves,
Memories on the corner of every smile.
Visitor
Captive bird…
Drawn to the light,
At dusk it flew to the moon,
Humming!
Triangle
Speak to me of seaweed,
and urchins,
and fish glistening.
I am salty wet with
last night’s rememberances,
swimming in your thoughts.
