dreamer

her paw on my chin
as she curls into a snooze . . .
wall-bouncing dreamer

always

a faraway train
skirted the edge of my world . . .
always i'm thinking

dusty letterbox

dusty letterbox
filled with unspent memories . . .
edges rounded off

tree of life

sweet abandonment . . .
I searched for the tree of life
in your dead forest

gathered trance

colors gathered trance . . .
above, a sun-white gray wash
autumn solitude

Franz Mark's forest

the lovely blue fox
rests in his rainbow forest . . .
a wild beast he was

a little lump

under the covers
like a little lump you are . . .
soon your car arrives

rush past

bright playa sunrise
lights the domino cloud deck . . .
rush past danger queue

shows its face

set the cold markers
this side of the crescent moon . . .
darkness shows its face

in the late of late

in the late of late
hear the forlorn train passing . . .
but I'm here, waiting

two sides

all things are sacred
all thinks are total nonsense . . .
the coin has two sides