i drop my wedding
ring into a
glass
to watch how quick
it sinks,
it’s senseless games
like these that
consume
me
when given time
to think.
bony leaf adorns
lit path,
the monarch
wing..
rests flightless on its
patch of grass,
in the middle of
a childless
park
on another sunday
starved for
song,
it’s rare that moments
this clear come
along.
birch bough
sags
from the weight of a
single drop
dangling swollen
and blue
like a birthday
balloon
purged from
a sky
that has no
room.
in dispassionate
protest,
i chose to hold
silent,
where so many
times
i’d shared my
mind
and retched much
discontent.
Bouquet
you sold me flowers
from the top
shelf
and i could tell you picked
them yourself,
to lend my space
some of your
touch,
let’s vow to do
our best
to keep the
vase water fresh,
to help them
ward off
death.
watching two grey squirrels
warring in a tree
as i sip
drugstore tea,
the plumes of vapor
comfort me
while i too am
sparring,
just internally.
teasing just enough
of your story
to keep me
wading
in the telling
of a past
that held no
promise,
till you spilled
the secret.
callous whispers in
a tunnel..
underground,
where the ghosts
of engines
rattle and chill those
yet standing
solemn–
atop raised platform,
poised to step
into an even
darker
sea.
someday i’ll
take it,
that ride with a
a stranger,
knapsack in
the back,
eyes shimmering
silver,
one day we’ll
make it,
to that wave from
shore,
shrouded by
cool sea
mist
a welcome home
i can’t resist.
lines were crossed
on a desert
trip
in dead-end
heat,
reanimated by shared
breath
atop arid soil
brought to a boil
by single
match-spark kiss.
hands in the garden 
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