Daughter in arm with
neck strained I doze,
wishing her
Cozy in her own bed.
Month: November 2017
Morning Commute
Departing upon
Shadowy and rain-soaked streets
Wiper blades wiping.
Rain and traffic mist
Obscure brake lights and street lamps
Tread upon water
Bus stop figures gather
Miserable amongst the
strip mall lights, naked trees.
Freeway sounds
Traffic and concrete
Water wall
Merging I
Let you in front of me
Fills us both with glee-
Although I got the better of the deal.
Traffic hums
Windshield weeps
Shit its 7:30 already?
11/26/17
If I can empty myself of me,
I can fully understand you.
Rainy Day in Bothell
Raindrops cling to empty trees
Pattering and splattering on fallen leaves
Forming a thousand tiny puddles
That meander into one stream.
Meditating Under a Small Tree in Capitol Hill
A pigeon coos
Somewhere in the tree above
Or is it a dove?
