Memorial Day 2007

searching for quarters
lost in the dunes--in the sand
no quarter, no change

The Road Forks

collaboration
two writers work the same chain
like a tandem bike

Riding past roadkill

Around the blind bend
the ripe smell has not yet turned
bitter at the end

Honking

Geese, high by the sun;
Dads, hard into soft white cloths;
Drivers, the bad ones.

Catkin to Claritin

Catkin tumbleweeds
Roll yellow fog down the curb.
Where's my Claritin?