the feedlot down the road keeps five hundred black cows...
Five inches of snow with coffee
And I’m left on the heels of that summer girl from summers ago...
to all the places i’ve never been
i miss you your clear and placid pools ...
Late Afternoon Sun
The late afternoon sun lopes up the road like a mad Labrador...
many years on
but for the children it remains empty...
cloud canyon
who has not stood at the base of a canyon...
the gate
the gate neither swings nor closes but dangles there...
the cup
and if I called your name on the altar of sleep would you hear me...
Plankton
While it goes on unabated, where were you when...
Self evident
In truth we own this day...