the choices we make distant thunder
the choices we make distant thunder
spring burial
light around the edges
of the clouds
fall fair
the caramel apple angle
of the sun
gathering dusk
i leave the old toys
at the thrift shop
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.
Manhattan evening
three fingers
of sunset
beached seaweed
all the tangles
of this life
grackles
the teen boys
raid the fridge
spring thaw
seeping into the back yard
the sky
black friday
two crows tear
at a plastic bag
less water in the vase
than yesterday
nursing home
children’s voices –
the daisies in the vase
unwilt
birthday card—
onion skins
skitter away