Thirty year old man
without coverage--let him die?
"Crucify him! Crucify him!"

*Note: This was written as a response to the Tea Party debate audience crying out in the affirmative to a theoretical scenario asking whether an uninsured 30 year old should be allowed to die.

A ladybug sits
on my question mark. Is she
asking or answering?

a cool breeze
in the garden a cup of tea
whispered chanting

a cool breeze
a warm cup of tea
in the garden

I transplant
ornamental grass
in the speckled sunlight

Three families of birds
live, grow up and fly away
my empty nest

accidental death
burned in a pot of hot milk
the live cultures

if I traveled through time
would you be
as I imagine?

I trudge through the internet
like a child lost in the city of bright lights.
The flashing neon distracts me from myself.

The world's wedding:
cabbage butterflies
and Queen Anne's lace

walking the dog
two baby rabbits
run for their lives

Shocked by the reflection;
in my mind I'm thin.

checking the animals
to see if
they are still alive--
no a/c

Oven door
the heat pours in
from the outside

Oppressive
Omnipresent and eternal
the egg cooks on the sidewalk

Smooth bowl, a watery blue,
bursting with sunshine--
lemons

stifling summer heat
shock of white hair zooms by
young man jogging to work

I work well
under the pressure
of actually having a job.

hazy, hot and humid
the heat wave moves east
counter-intuitive oatmeal

he looks at me
ever hopeful
of love--
the cat