He told her that it’s
Like death when it happens.
She’d like to scream, can’t.
Unknown
Alone in her room
Determining the question:
Will she reach fifty?
Black Box
Wondering whether
And how and when and with what –
It doesn’t matter.
Not the Kingdom I
They also serve who
Work for peace, are forgotten
Since they do not kill.
Not the Kingdom II
Not that it matters
To you or anyone else,
But she served for years.
Not the Kingdom III
World without wisdom:
A dove bombed in shock and awe.
Feather floats away.
Four Thirty-One AM
Cell phone beeping text
Waking me from happy sleep
To tell me I’m loved.
Early March
Sierra snowstorm
Hides hope beyond the whiteout
While I dream of Spring.
For Fred and Vicki
Driving past the desert,
Sky of Jupiter, Saturn –
Comfort of old friends.
A Thousand Miles from Home
Sometimes loneliness
With its sharp, shivering knife
Eviscerates me.
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