A cold spell snaps
into the first
heat wave
of the season. Which season?
An approach
by air
rather than
by sea
could open
those island gates
she has been eyeing
for as long
as she has been walking
without a crutch.
Traveling Lighter in Increments
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Trapped Inside a Song or Short Story
In a dream not that long ago,
he celebrated
a rare
moment being
anonymous by sitting next
to me—
close. But I knew. Thighs
touching just as I remember
they did
once or twice or thrice before—closer.
In some nonlinear fantasy narrative—
closest.
The writer retires.
Filed under Morning Poems, Night Poems, Overnight Poems
Rain or Shine Garden
A perfectly ripe Jersey
tomato color seeps
from a pen. A knit
cap worn in the middle
of May and a pair
of capris too. No
socks—ripe
or not. No word
on when the next
weather pattern
will arrive.
Filed under Morning Poems
Depot Upper Deck
A spider
plant clings
to her
hair then lets
go. Up wooden
stairs to a higher
viewing ground. Buds
to become
leaves. Then
go off
while she waits
for the right
words to compress
into a pot
for later
use. Wanders
across borders
with dirt
sculpted into
velvet vignettes
with small tails.
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Minnesota Spring Breaks
This is
finally it—
tiny green buds begin
to break along most tree branches.
So poised.
May Day
Fuel leaks out
all over the tarmac
beneath the left wing.
Sandbags. Fire trucks.
Another night
in Austin. Back home
it’s still snowing.
Filed under Night Poems, Overnight Poems
Mexican Free-Tailed
I must revise
my opinion of you. Beautiful—
not terrifying. Tiny and fast and
docile and determined. The calmness
of the Colorado River and Lady Bird
Lake settles as the sun sets.
And we in the boat wait
for you
with your long fingers
and clinging wings to wake. Much chirping
and preparing in the roost before you
emerge from under the Congress
Avenue Bridge to swarm
above the tree line—a 25-mile trek
each way for your nightly
feeding. I must revise.
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems, Night Poems
