Nostalgia

paisley bonnets from the trunk
lichen
wind-swept ecstasy

Season Shy

verdant aspen
tries to hide
the one red
fluttering heart

Ebbing On

a curtain of water
is pulled back in
a cord dance
with the moon

09/11/10 at Siletz Bay, OR

low tide at 9:11 am
even the ocean
shows its respect

reaching out of the fog
my hand waits
my head can't
catch it

Batty

weaving the wind
a short in his locator
turbulence targets
a head

Who Swallowed Buddha?

little frog
don't lie
your grin turns you in

Shake the Sphere

where
fore dust
am I?

Grade One Foods

green peppers
stuffed with Crayola
by my plump fist

Decantered

chortling coffee
dropping incantations for
sleeping beauty's wake

Just Passing Through

seventh house for the moon
garage sale

seven by seven
further and further, yet not,
the ocean travails

I sit near the edge;
water laps away the sand;
You still wash my feet

I will tell secrets
in the wind, waves, and sandy
footprints left behind