rooster tails:
wet roads
and speeding tires

baby birds
gather on the highway
flight school

firefly field
blackwidow keeps silent vigil
over the warm gravestone

I’m unaware
listening to music before class
I’m ready

rain shower
under the awning
a beetle takes shelter

laying in bed
feeling warm and cozy
rain pounds against the windows

rabbit munching on grass
beside my black car
he freezes, staring

peace . . .
and the whistle
of the wind

mourn
see you later
celebrate

school bus stops:
kids run
home

sleepless and wondering
when the monster will
go to sleep

crawl feeling
long gone
but still here

crows’ clothes                          black midnight

a lonely hill
memories of forgotten love
a cold wind blows

cold wind
across my face
wet mud in Mills Quad

morning dew
the flower
embraces the sunrise

two lily pads
frog and fly
sit between my reflection

a caterpillar
moves
the sidewalk

What time is it
15 minutes till boredom
I must get ready for class again

lot of wisdom
but I have a short amount of time
that’s why I took this class

a train whistle sounds
two students
share their true forms

unfolded laundry
on my bed—
How will I sleep?

reciever dropped
after the eighth ring—
another anniversary alone

rainstorm approaching
the cattle
gather

nicotine, alcohol,
cocaine?
memories of a Christian childhood

sticky little bottle
I touch it
it almost falls

my own hand
shakes
every morning

never complaining
she cooks the meals
stirring round and round again

one day clean
feeling again
reborn

neglected garden
weeds
solitary rose

looking in the mirror
my body trembles
blood drips off the blade

the small hummingbird
pokes the empty carton
rotten under the heat

vengeful?
re . . .
think

small pace
I’m kept silent all day
someone listen

heavy rain—
the flowers
persist!

a stream of light
filters through the window
dancing with the shadows

sunlight
through the blinds
first smoke of morning buzz

the fan hums
into
deep sleep