notice (after rain)

rain

drops

fill

with sun on grass,

miniature prisms

sparkling

cherry,

daffodil,

jade.

fence

lit

gold

at

regular

intervals,

interstices

gradually decrease

w/ distance.

6/3/2015

Spring is the time of death.
Look out the windows;
Mist and memory drift
from the verdant hills.

At road’s curb,
mangled
bat wing
slate sky.
I drive.
Death lays.

It Is At

It is at
Forest edges
Where we see them
Most clearly.

Shadow laid on shadow
Cut by sunlight
Bare branches
Life tightly sealed inside
Bark and layered rings
Counting years
Back into past.

All cast against
Cerulean winter sky
So clear
I can almost see
The infinite
Stars
Beyond.

Hamburg & Russell Street

Morning,

the young beggar stands,

blanket thrown over narrow shoulders,

flimsy white undershirt,

a pile of rags at his feet.

We in cars ignore him,

cast eyes at ruby stop light,

and rising cobalt sky.

Escaped sunflower,

sits in a car, a

moon faced woman

w/ styled bob,

reads her cell phone.

Wheeling seagulls

search for garbage.

Undershirt,

dull khaki jeans,

work boots,

he smokes the 2nd cigarette of the day,

carefully counts them out.

He carries his sign

with jaunty steps,

but

his eyes

are hollow.