Saturday, July 28, 2007

sometimes i wonder
are tiny women worth more
per pound

Monday, July 23, 2007

the rain on the asphalt
lit up by the amber streetlight
red umbrella
in my dreams
i go back to warn you
you're already dead

Bank line

men and women stand
in anonymous silence
waiting for their god.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

butter melting
paint brush filling in wood stain
nooks and crannies

Thursday, July 12, 2007

amber waves
of goldenrod
summer's here