first light
touches tree tops,
stillness please
empty shoes
on dew-kissed grass,
the crow laughs
between you and I
there is distance this morning,
anticipating
i listen for your approach
eager for your embrace
can’t bake bread
in an inferno,
rushing?
neighborhood engines
grumble awake around me,
also there are doves
light plays
on the spider’s web
it glimmers
hung across the bluegrass
waiting for customers
Your fountain
suddenly pours over my head,
gasping
muscled robots
play north by northwest jump rope,
Livermore Valley
water colors
on the western horizon,
north on twenty five
81 mph
i am one hour from Rock Springs,
angry raindrops
five thirty six,
neighbors' pickups door up
windows down like cops
orange street lamp
lights the low cottonwood limbs,
husky dawn
cauliflower clouds
beyond thunderstorm tails,
Red Desert
five thirty six,
neighbors' pickups door up
windows down like cops
orange street lamp
lights the low cottonwood limbs,
husky dawn
two doves
tag team the light pole,
jealous dog barks
behind home plate
Jupiter and Venus,
sprinkler outfield
welcome to
today’s game of speak my shame,
unburdened
cooper’s hawk
yodels in the cottonwood,
sun dabs the sky
this fight feels good
throwing shame over my shoulders,
every morning
i was here,
when dawn painted the sky
for three short minutes
warpaint
reflects the rage,
waterfall spirit
scraped faces,
unlike the British poets
with whiskers
collared doves
call from the cottonwoods,
our last walk
nuthatches honk
at the singing chickadees,
the dog is still barking
i waived
the small-town man waived back,
i smiled
that one neighbor,
swiftly passing headlamp
soft foot falls
beseeching I ask
make of me a miracle,
that was yesterday
bindweed blossoms
thriving under the ladder,
two hundred west
my dog can’t stop
sniffing the bindweed blossoms,
big train’s whistle
the woman's demons
are rather vanilla,
but they have teeth
frontend loader
treading the west side lots,
driver’s on his phone
pastel clouds,
the young honey locust waves
but makes no sound
buzzing Cessna,
annoying like a housefly
on my cantaloupe
praying,
when I open my eyes
sun bathes the locust
cheryl‘s raindrop
at seventh north second west,
paints the corner
two weeks away,
the windmill grass is high
has it rained?
slow down and smile
wait for wisdom to join you,
there is time enough
watch out doggy!
little man with glasses
peddling fast
dark green canopy
Midsomer honey locust,
distant autumn breeze
crickets and headlights,
dog won’t come outside with us
she fears the thunder