The Premise

solid
as sacred ground,
unsinkable as moons
frozen on an indigo sea,
dreamed well.

Pieces Out Of Reach

fragments:
vagabond songs
in untouchable wind,
eroded seasons of music,
undone.

The Sieve

Sifting
words out of dreams,
unremembered verses
like moths trapped in black lace curtains.
Dawn-lost.

Tracing

Blind man
paints self-portrait
with fingers dipped in milk,
the face the smile the dreams all white,
unseen.

Smokes                                               [Mirror Cinquain]

yellow
slick patina
it clings to the heart's walls
it stains lungs and smiles and fingers
wasp stings

this house
where all my loved ones died coughing
halls echo choked sonnets
nicotine ghosts
goodbye