wrapped at either end
summer’s waning vestiges
dark of dawn, burnished dusk
still smartly dressed willow trees
dissolve in yellow gingkos
wrapped at either end
summer’s waning vestiges
dark of dawn, burnished dusk
still smartly dressed willow trees
dissolve in yellow gingkos
This afternoon lost
warmth of day slipped away
into night’s cavern
A street light’s first yellow flicker
winks back at an empty sky
dappled windows flicker
mimicking heat’s midday rise
for an empty street
the door locked, the bar closed
a waiter suited in stone
Long after spring’s splay
a second season blossoms
burst forth more brightly
wide open at rain’s first touch
upturned tulips held aloft
Skirted by asphalt
flooded by black water
and pierced by moon light
A single square rice field
swollen in this humid dusk
not writing a verse
words stopped up in stale air
a me to forget
if only fortune would permit
until then naught but life’s wait
A day of cleaning to feel
every thing in its right place
Now, switch off the light
and dive into a sea of dreams
drops of puddling rain fall
And the rains kept on
After the azaleas
A welt and a tear
The four leaf clover I saw
Brought to life by sidewalk cracks
Summer under cover
layer upon unending
cotton swaddled sweat
As if to evade the sun
poppy petals onions peal
Premature summer
A blink turns to a slumber
Fatigue’s number race
Outside drawn blinds behind shut eyes
Summer roses blush fire