quiet morning
the continuous beeping
of an auto alarm
Month: January 2010
dew frost ~
the horse shivers off
crystal light
with a crooked branch
I knock the last leaf
off the tree
winter nightfall
Evening prayer – a flickering candle, rainfall.
no more bread–
I’m a shovel in the hand
of winter
early light
my dream drifts out
the open window
silent snow
the coldness
between us
surprise
party
i
hang
my
toupee
on
the
hat
rack
I’ll put it back in the earth, as soft as dust :: a word too much
garden Buddha
knee deep in dead leaves
once again
plans for the year
have gone astray
whirling snow
divorce papers fall
from a red folder
everything
for nothing:
job offer
thunder
interrupting
thunder
footprints
the hollow boom of breakers
in the fog
30
He is young.
He could be younger.
His hands shake.
Even propped on the bar.
His nights:
he stands so ready:
his face: a mark:
the close of claws.
And passed:
after a pause.
outside the bar
men like broken houses
in smoky twilight
i remember how light
his casket was
yet i can’t pick up his toys
still scattered in the yard
low evening fog —
I walk
no dog
Midwinter snowstorm
highway at a standstill
I mistake the vagrant
for my long-dead father
his smile so vacant
winter stars without you to name them
Where are your friends?
You lean over,
the little boy, crumpled.
–Those were my friends.