One recent poem

Five Early Journeys

barefoot this morning
I thought I saw a
snake on my path
but
it was a stick
I am glad I wasn’t bitten


sliver moon dawn
moon rise
I will see
you again new
at dusk
penumbra


I search dawn
dark sky
this morning you
were not there
tonight I look west



I step to my porch
first dawn glow
bougainvillea flit on the sidewalk



hour of indecision
is it night or morning
café stool forces a choice
bird perch
or slump
no in between