Haiku

birch branch laden with ice

dips heavily to the ground

as the crow alights

Forgiveness

A spent dandelion-
One wisp still clinging
to the bald-headed stalk.
I blow again, and a third time…
before dropping it as I walk away.

always my little boy

Ancient black sharpie scribbles
disrupt the shine
of my old oak table.
I smile,
remembering you then.

fermata

unintended measures of rests
counted off between us
waiting
for someone to speak

tires on the pavement
slushy soft-shoe
embodying
our silence with more weight

black birds on the wires
sprinkled notes on a staff
dissonant
if they could be heard

headlights never quite reaching
close enough to the horizon
to gauge
how far we are to the end

Untitled (for now) 

Just after Christmas

Pussywillows are budding

As if spring has come

Insomnia

4:30 a.m.

Your arm anchors me in bed

My thoughts drifting free

reading subliminal meanings

Separate hands curled around
the comfort of steamy coffee
hidden in thick, white porcelain mugs,
brief touches over sugar packets-
the curve of your smile.
We spoke of the sandhill cranes,
their mating dance,
the awkward beauty
of strutting, stretching, arching –
the lake edged with sand.
I watched your red tongue’s tip
flashing between white teeth,
mouthing words I do not hear,
only your lips slow dancing-
until the coffees are cold.
And alone,
I walk home in the dark.
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