Thunderheads
The darkness of plums
at Foodtown
First Date-
Eating Baby Back Ribs
with a fork
Park bench-
The eye of the sparrow
watches over me
Half Moon-
The glistening curve
of her bite
Run over
by Rush Hour traffic-
The tree's shadow
Her eyes-
Packets of Raw Sugar
torn empty
Park bench-
The eye of the sparrow
watches over me
In each store window
the same
quizzical face
Green tea with honey
The way her eyes catch
the sunlight
Again and again
paddling
the summer sun
Left knee
the Dining room window shade
that keeps catching
Croissant flakes
What little French
I remember
August Sky
grayer above the Temple
Fiftieth birthday eve
Bone spur-
Why my Achilles
won't heal
Left knee
the Dining room window shade
that keeps catching
Lazy eye
That one kid who keeps trying
to peep your answers
August Sky
graying above the Temples
Fiftieth birthday eve
The way her eyes catch
the sunlight
In Starbucks
noticing that Ishmael
blocked me on Facebook
Post divorce
The softness of the pianist's hands
But Not for Me
Arnold Palmer
The gulf between the order
and the drink
Waiting Room
The motorcycle helmet
above the cane
Not the Pinta
Not the Santa Maria
The Nina she moans
Morning fog
The parking lot fills
with honks
Bid Whist
Before cutting the cards
Mo cuts her eyes
Clamor of crows
on a telephone line
Black Twitter
July heat
Still attached to the church
a burning cross
Until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)
Until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)
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