summer fans drought dust
tonight like a memory
tires on wet pavement

13 July, 2010

on a road eastward
the pink and grey of white clouds
three blackbirds one crow

fallen leaves scattered
like steps in a waltz I dance
and rewrite the song

shadow before me
coming home from somewhere west
bittersweet sunset

crow or just shadow
black shape skits across the road
corner of my eye

all I remember
gulls flying in the harbor
smoke and ash nothing

dove grey as morning
wings back in modest black lace
a barely pink breast

Back. I want to see the fall.

a vase of flowers
an empty bowl full of light
left on a table

yellow, now yellow
willow last to turn, now buds
wait, burning yellow

moon at seven ten
drifting between two lamp posts
atomic clock says

the usual; a friend
just an acquaintance really
dying of cancer

newspaper story
belief center in brain found
believe whatever