poissonpen

cocks her head and waits
for master's witty reply
golden retriever

boots laced to her knee
the bridge of his thought goes out
another rises

second floor window
the outline of a snail's shell
such tall hopes and dreams

"keep smiling" tee shirt
and clashing Bermuda shorts
old man's twinkling eyes

lost in thoughts of you
raindrops on the windshield come
and so this is rain

with bright pink laces
the hopeful soccer player
wears new shoes to bed

quickly close your mouth
jogging alongside the trail
the gnats are hatching

opening the book
the only binding I want
to break is my own

recipe advice
garbanzos and kidney beans
"not for company"

tattooed and withered
somehow she survived this far
to sell discount shoes

across the tall field
exchanging bleats and laughter
the fat goat and I

ambitious new hire
pantomimes hopeful golf swings
near the CEO

quiet between waves
stillness but for a heartbeat
a blackbird singing

gray sky is heavy
a saturated tea bag
on the saucer's rim

fireball sun sinking
as clouds seal the horizon
on another day

on the pool's surface
the drunken water striders
stumbling steadily

Japanese maple
filtering the evening glow
path ahead blushes

empty stone lantern
imprisons the setting sun
one moment each day

skilled garden raking
concentric circles of sand
this splash of pebbles

mid-afternoon lull
headed for a cup of joe
to get through the grind

amidst plastic grass
worriedly missing an ear
chocolate bunny

the software is cracked
refactoring the egg back
into the thin hen

the wave of hiccups
crashing deliriously
near champagne bubbles

such fervent wailing
spurs us to investigate
creek side choir practice

better acquainted
with the growl of my dentist's
stomach than my own

lengthening the dream
moonshine and spring dew pouring
in through the window

tending to the yard
squirrels continue digging
where humans left off

watching his fingers
tremble the wrapping paper
sun low in the sky

bumblebees tapping
the window with striped behinds
the flowers blushing

the prism sparkles
when compared to a lighthouse
catching fire then flame

a can of salmon
crunching merrily on bones
that have made it through

another season
the tree moves toward the wind
still in love with you

March wind in the reeds
if I could but translate you
to echo myself

still at the bus stop
the blind black woman laughing
with the broken Vet

cherry blossoms fall
with a quiet persistence
disappearing cars

the helicopter
trembling against the night sky
the police report

fish out of water
negotiating high heels
drowning in champagne

dusty bug graveyard
the overhead light fixture
I refuse to clean

the widening skies
an odd object clearly seen
unidentified

borrowed summer day
buying a pack of stickers
and an ice cream cone

washed with white tissues
the sweater works the lint brush
testing all patience

annoyed by the sound
of recommended flossing
her headphones louder

waiting and watching
the natives restless at work
for acquisition

under the blanket
a knitted patchwork reveals
light from starry skies

Saturday morning
still warm with the scent of you
folding pajamas

rude awakening
reflected in the faucet
fun-house mirror eyes

forgotten affair
the unraveled cassette tape
flutters in the street

the back of your neck
tracing the fine line of hairs
moonlit down your spine

your breath on my neck
as I argue with the noise
of a crowded room

guilty carnivore
licking grease from your fingers
you apologize

quivering cupid!
shooting heat-seeking arrows
that land in the snow

the outlines of clouds
stretched taut between sky and land
pulled thin by desire

around and around
giggling at dizzying speeds
two year old jogging

dressed in his PJs
he is pulled into her lap
the moon outside dims

grooves in the carpet
motorcycle still rocking
from his pre-nap race

mid-January
greeting the cold of morning
like an ex-lover

wind blows north, then south
I am still vacillating
outside her office

each year when it blooms
I think it is too early
in truth, I run late

green moss in his pits
Buddha statue in the rain
his palms to the sky

dog barking wildly
convinced today is the day
she will catch squirrel

walking by the surf
I look down at my sweater
clinging to the mist

the trail turns and sighs
reaching the point where it ends
we walk side by side

in shadows and dust
the plant forever in bloom
waits in the corner

racing and laughing
the backwards escalator
spits them on the ground