feet pounding
on the pavement
two more miles

heavy breathing
I keep a steady pace

feet pounding
on the pavement
two more miles

the sun's rays
soak my shirt with sweat

feet pounding
on the pavement
two more miles

my papers
fall to the ground

struggling to open
his umbrella
the rain doesn't care

I land up here
on someone's porch

deep in the woods
the fort
up in the trees

only the warblers
peeking at us through their nests

deep in the woods
the fort
up in the trees

a small lantern
the center piece

this rain
pulling me down
as it falls

I turn over
and go back to sleep

old dog snores
curled 
at the foot of the bed

I turn off the bedside lamp—
darkness

old dog snores
curled
at the foot of the bed

I don't think I've ever
felt so cold

the couch opens up
I don't move
away from you

talking without words
a quiet smile

autumn night
the moon
pushes through

a prayer for direction
looking to the clouds

old man
the only visitor
in the cemetery

stepped on my bed
I'm used to it

closing the book
after the last chapter
my only friends, the characters

winds flips through my hair
and whispers its secrets

hot summer day
grilling
by the pool

the glass of lemonade
sweating in my hand

cold winter night—
huddled outside without the
fire of friendship

so easy to be alone
in a crowd of people

mind blank
cool water rushes past
gliding breaststroke

lungs bursting
I touch the wall

one path in the trees
I look down
at my own two feet

they begin to move—
I look confidently ahead

one path in the trees
I look down
at my own two feet

to see them drowning
in dark mud

old, creaky basement
folding my laundry
in silence

leaky pipes form
a puddle on the floor

Christmas dinner
more than enough
to go around this year

an empty seat
saved for grandpa

late car ride
with a friend
peaceful silence

stars twinkle
as they read our minds 

light through the window
waking the children
first fall of snow

the youngest
makes a snow angel

morning mist
blending with
beads of sweat

kicking up dust
on the little league field

on top of the red barn
a cock crows
at the rising sun

collecting fresh eggs
for breakfast

fresh snow
broken only
by a single footprint

early Christmas morning
children still asleep