The world is more/ worldly than it seems./ Like a green evening// leaf darkening/ into a night so green

Mama is crying again.// I hate it when she cries/ Try so hard to tuck myself/ into a place where I don’t

See/ the lawn chairs? That is us sitting there./ waiting for a harvest moon/ to saunter its way across the sky.

A hot wind flays the cottonwood/ to a leaf-shadow school of trout/ swaying one way then the other

Wake up early,/ day still sleeps/ outside/ stars and moon/ whisper/ we waited/ so we wouldn’t/ miss you

She opens her bag/ she finds an old picture/ she did not know was there/ memories pop up/ like spring

tonight, i sat on the porch to watch, to listen./ to watch those walk by listen/ to unheard melodies in the

You asked which type of water/ I saw a lazy river/ lollygagging through foothills/ within a hike of its source

A small shadow inquires morning light/ onto the cushion of the wicker chair./ I trace it to the chair’s arm.

Green. Green, green, green./ Green mist and sunlight filtering through the trees,/ A gossamer spiderweb

Comets are icy bodies of gas and rock,/ conglomeration of pieces and personality. / They arc across the night sky

I want to be a poet/ for all the wrong reasons/ to see my name in print// to leave a legacy for my son

When we were young/ And in love/ In Nice/ In the courtyard/ Of the small villa/ Under a crisp moon

I was sitting on the station platform when I saw you/ You were standing in the last carriage

The bejeweled night sky/ Waits eagerly/ For a tryst.// The yellow orb/ Peeps smilingly from its lair/ In anticipation

a whale gliding past/ clouds of spray/ in your body/ you recognized it/ when quiet/ a forest of pressure

A big thing spins/ in space. A huge/ object’s gravity/ pulls on debris/ beyond Neptune./ This seems exotic

The maple's red leaves/ lick the fumbling wind/ and break their bindings.// I, too, want flight, the desire

Captured within the web of dreams/ Nothing is as it seems// Waken from the gates of sleep/ Do my eyes

Floating on my back,/ the current becomes a compass,/ and guides my course,/ My mind is calmed as