Ceiling Cloud

It was a sky that lured one in: up and along its endless parade of low-hanging clouds, sunk beneath a warehouse ceiling of that vast suspended ocean, enshrouding us all in the light of an unseen Sun.

May 2015

Images of Spring

Through the tall, young trees
the trim green-grassed hill
slopes sharply up from rich blue water:
Later, across the parking lot
a similar rise: long-drawn trunks
whose bushy heads betray the
gentle slopes of hills below.
On some suburban side street after work,
waiting to pick up Charlie from the sitter
a lawn-mowing man aerosolized
green onions in the grass:
The scent is heavy with promise
and pleasant with memory.




April 2015

Desire

I want

ever so much more

than I want to want.

Afternoon Bones

Indecision