alone in the library
I open
to autumn
Month: December 2009
Roosevelt Island
the ruins of the hospital
touched by graffiti
Yet Our Life Is Sweet
Sleepy after the sun
the house is full of light
spilt from our eyes.
Soon our eyes are empty
and we see.
california sunrise
traffic in the canyon
begins to stall
in one breath the whole autumn
a thousand dreams
yet, this one —
ashes in the breeze
strip mall
a wild turkey pecks
at a hubcap
fall migration
the growing flock
of binoculars
first stars . . .
the timer turns on
the X-mas lights
autumn wind —
looking up for a fly ball
lost in falling leaves
doesn’t matter
where I’m going —
autumn wind
scattered leaves —
two guitar picks
on the blues man’s headstone
watching dad struggle
to remember our names
december sky
a leaf’s skeleton
tossed by the wind —
those moments
when laughter filled
the garden
autumn sunlight
the old dog unearths
her favorite toy
christmas lights . . .
the ambulance flashing
in all the windows
through autumn leaves a teal-trailed wake of light
toll booth lit for Christmas —
from my hand to hers
warm change
old snow
the streetwalker
gives Santa a hug
autumn cascade —
in and out of the foam
a plastic bottle
bow, if you will
marigold’s blossoms
dried brown
late autumn walk
the many paths
I could have taken
in the air
rain in the rain
air