feet on your floorboards,/ individuals dusting your windowsill./ the chimney drawing deeply from you

After being in the business for long/ The sailor exclaimed a relief one evening/ When he had sailed a

An American I met who/ had lived in Japan spent/ six years on tea ceremony// and its powdered/ leaves

What are we but a raindrop in the mighty ocean?/ Brimming with hopes and dreams for the future.

Grab a bike and ride through the countryside// Stare into the wine shop and antique windows

Today the mist has pockets,/ holes in the seams, some/ as small as a finger might/ fit and wiggle free

What fond, sugared words/ We share, we sigh// So sweet/ So said/ To your melted solution// So fine

The Coliseum looms/ In the roar/ Of an ancient echo/ Down paved streets/ And the stony tears/ Of time

i.// Winged birds. Executioner—thundering noise. Feathers./ The image plays over and over in my head

When I say ‘hello’,/ Don’t think it’s the beginning./ When I say ‘goodbye’/ Don’t think it’s the end.

What I didn’t do/ I should’ve done,/ and what I did do/ I shouldn’t have,/ and now I can’t/ escape my own

A dragon breathes/ between the clouds,/ his drifting, swirling,/ wondrous shrouds./ His tail stretches

I awoke/ From an aided asleep/ AwareThat I'd been dreaming/ And my longing was/ To close again my

In a red-colored box/ A picture of my beloved/ Preserved like an ancient pharaoh/ Young and beautiful

Mother Nature paints/ with an expert brush,// primary colors are her specialty,/ we can only try to imitate

As I edge it from the wall,/ the wood-wormed longcase/ of your grandfather clock/ turns to dust in

That adults move like weather through their world,/ sometimes as invisible as perfect/ fall days—warm

From certain locations/ you can catch the whole/ sunset// But from here,/ over the edge of the barn

Who we are alone,/ never known/ but what we bring./ And what that is,/ never known/ but in your care.

Sister sun sings soul/ like Aretha and Tina/ and the sky blares/ the blues like BB.// The moon mouths