Sunday, August 22, 2010

summer 2010

the sound of summer
breaking up

her arthritic fingers
still nimble

a motorcycle's roar
splits the night —
half a dream

old bark peeling away the years

all those doors
I never opened...

skirl of the pipes —
sunset colors drain
from the clouds

fragile summer...
the smell of death
in the water

sandals crunch stone against stone longest day

laundry day —
the backyard willow
dripping shadows

first star...
where does forever

a spurt of sunlight
after the rain shower —
the gardener's smile

pastel twilight —
I listen for echoes
he left behind