Saturday, July 28, 2007

fire season

smoky horizon
trees and homes consumed by flames
it could have been here


mama looks, crosses
assuming it is safe now
calls her spotted fawn

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

why we cry

wine turns over the years
to vinegar or elixir
laughter also brings tears

Rising and falling

mourning, like diving
requires buoyancy and weight,
careful balancing

Friday, July 6, 2007

sterling light

sprinkler mist washes me
silver fog from underground
makes me miss the sea