April mist-
on the leaves
on her lips
dawn sky
among brown branches
only cherry blossoms
This waitress' smile-
splash of Blackberry brandy
in evening tea
Trying to ignore
the waitress ignoring me-
Dealer splits the pot.
Her sidelong glance-
white foam roiling
a wave
Smiling
back from Break-
with Sambuca breath.
Fresh Pizza-
seagull takes a sideways
glance.
summer darkness-
Licorice lingering
on her tongue
April drizzle-
Pit Bull soaking the side of
a Porta-John.
ordering
water from the waitress-
voice cracking
tall grass
Tiger crouches, staring-
the ball?
April afternoon-
deer nibbling the
Driving Range
at the lip
of the cup-
Sunset
April dusk-
this flag loudly snapping
my back tightens
Ghost
whose shadow is memory-
river turning
April 15th-
counting what is left of
my fingernails
Jazz and cocktails
your siren song to tempt me-
Again wrong
Essay on Etheridge-
Gang Starr from a speaker
Guru rest in peace.
Rain beads on glass-
An armful of white blossoms
on black branches.
Starry night-
Beside this ATM
bank of Lilies.
Swirling
as she turns away-
April breeze.
Sunset, a song
falls across her shoulders-
"Love is Found"
steady rain-
a goose broken in the road
its mate honking
low fog-
high coo of a mourning
dove
Milky fog starless
ocean stretches to pour-
waiting
the rain
slashing through-
leaves
after gunshots-
the front steps splashed in red
lights
Easter morning-
biscuits in the oven
rising
In this soldier's scope
the wide eye of a Nikon-
unblinking
Falling softly-
fingers on guitar strings
Phoebe Snow
crossing the bridge
steel riveted truss-
holding hands
iron span
arching the river-
her bare back
on the leaves
on her lips
dawn sky
among brown branches
only cherry blossoms
This waitress' smile-
splash of Blackberry brandy
in evening tea
Trying to ignore
the waitress ignoring me-
Dealer splits the pot.
Her sidelong glance-
white foam roiling
a wave
Smiling
back from Break-
with Sambuca breath.
Fresh Pizza-
seagull takes a sideways
glance.
summer darkness-
Licorice lingering
on her tongue
April drizzle-
Pit Bull soaking the side of
a Porta-John.
ordering
water from the waitress-
voice cracking
tall grass
Tiger crouches, staring-
the ball?
April afternoon-
deer nibbling the
Driving Range
at the lip
of the cup-
Sunset
April dusk-
this flag loudly snapping
my back tightens
Ghost
whose shadow is memory-
river turning
April 15th-
counting what is left of
my fingernails
Jazz and cocktails
your siren song to tempt me-
Again wrong
Essay on Etheridge-
Gang Starr from a speaker
Guru rest in peace.
Rain beads on glass-
An armful of white blossoms
on black branches.
Starry night-
Beside this ATM
bank of Lilies.
Swirling
as she turns away-
April breeze.
Sunset, a song
falls across her shoulders-
"Love is Found"
steady rain-
a goose broken in the road
its mate honking
low fog-
high coo of a mourning
dove
Milky fog starless
ocean stretches to pour-
waiting
the rain
slashing through-
leaves
after gunshots-
the front steps splashed in red
lights
Easter morning-
biscuits in the oven
rising
the wide eye of a Nikon-
unblinking
Falling softly-
fingers on guitar strings
Phoebe Snow
crossing the bridge
steel riveted truss-
holding hands
iron span
arching the river-
her bare back
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be happy and love. kiss
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