sweet tea, bills paid
fall weather in August
life is good

restless soul
painfully restricting
bursting cocoon

today
breaks on the shore
wet sand

spiders
in the house
darkness

silently, sternly,
judging me from on high
bookshelf cat

middle aged and
still rockin' for God
Catholic boomer

my two black
animals immobile
from the heat

sometimes i wonder
are tiny women worth more
per pound

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.

butter melting
paint brush filling in wood stain
nooks and crannies

amber waves
of goldenrod
summer's here

Patiently I wait
for I share the bathroom
with a cat

waiting
for the bathroom
hurry up, cat

filtered sun--
under my feet,
walnut shells

a sweet breeze
the gentle touch
of God

the chair
creaking audibly
knees and ankles

weary, thirsting
reaching out to the heavens
it finally rains

among the red--
beautiful and different
lavender tomatoes