old photo
the smiles
I left behind
Month: June 2021
rusting in dry dock
a boat named
let it be
high tide
a ghost crab
unearths the stars
if only
I could awake
in the arms
of the northern lights …
dancing, dancing
thunder clap ravens fly at the dream?s collapse
completing
the silence
coyotes
after a quarrel ?
from the chimney
cooing of doves
yellow locust leaves
settling between the bricks
we decide to stay
moving day
a pink flamingo peeks
from the trash
late spring
a robin?s
thinning voice
out of the blue
my son calls?
late spring
Zoom?
I hazard
a new red lipstick
Sunday afternoon
I know the time
by the light
green everywhere i turn into summer
berry-pickingeven our shadowsturn blue
it’s hot, it’s hot . . .
the late-night complaints
of banjo frogs
ripe mango
that delicious shiver
after rain
talk of rain
the first drop hits
my lower lip
the well too full
for empty words to echo
Note: This is a tan renga by Jennifer Hambrick and Brad Bennett.
creeping phlox
pours over the ledge
she says what I feel
waterfall –
a single drop of river
finds its fern
veins of quartz
running under the firs
white water