stairs worn smooth
in the center
she walks the edges
naked on the bed
shooing a bat out the window
with a broom
tasting the night
firefly caught
in a snort of laughter

she's eighty-five
with her six o'clock news
a cigar and Wild Turkey

alone on a park bench
whispering furiously
to her shopping cart
his laugh-lines
and her laugh-lines
their bulldog grins too
champagne glasses ~
throwing plastic
into the fireplace
during lunch hour ~
in a plastic bag . . . fish
for the aquarium

head waiter
apologizing for the delay
~ at last our escargot

hole in his sock ~
blue and black fibers
caught on a ragged toe-nail

waking in my tent
the sound of surf
urgent on my bladder

old man's white beard ~
the snuggled cat
has one less flea

hoping for magic ~
a stolen calf heart
inside the snowman

sunset red
leaping over the mountain
cumulus toad

hard sandy beach ~
i am ocean debris tumbling
tumbling the waves

wind whispers
in my ear
sunflower nodding

wolf moon ~
from my breath
fangs of mist

butterfly net ~
again and again
the full moon escaping

Home
Archive2
Archive3
Archive4