free to float slowly
through time and silent spaces
where angels hold me
Haiku
montagne au repos
there her spirit rests
rays of silver reaching out
her face gleams in peace
stella mori
universe so dark
just like in my room tonight
stars so far away
a prodigal’s tithe
i bring forth a gift
humble but frail in its heart
gratitude for life
strip mall haikus
tall telephone pole
over pale distance crows caw
sun rises once more
parking lot safe house
for last night’s oil puddles
aglow in morning
pushcart troubadours
seek out their daily bread place
chow lines slowly move
weeds grow cautiously
in vacant junky yard suite
fast food wrappers scream
at M. Wong’s
pink vapor rises
my feet grind to the wild song
we howl hard at love
for Chabela’s grave stone
the old path to the
gray green river holding gold
steps of ghosts fade off
mercantile store stands
empty and devoid of blood
by the railroad’s end
youthful eyes smiling
bright pigtails full of petals
soul in pretty dress
Thetis’ ascension
the soul of water
is smoke as she rises to
heaven’s lobby door
Barukh
thank You for my life
with all the painful sorrows
Your light shown me through
urbanness
my forest concrete
slabs winding wires swing high
moon down we whisper
words less spoken 