No. 11

between the introduction and the epilogue
there’s a story that catches me up in its grasp
taken in by the cleverly crafted characters
the twisting plot and subplots
i am transported into the scenes
i shudder, shiver, and scream in my head as if i were in a theater
i can pause the action by placing a book mark between the pages
most often i read well into the beginning hour if the next, eager to reach the climax
finished, i give the tome a fond pat, place it in the empty slot on the shelf
we will meet again, old friend

No. 12

end
of the
marathon of poetry

just
the half
did i write

it’s
fun delightful
run again – yes

No. 8

the
birds and
bees do it

humans
do it
when they can

hormones
drive it
though species differ

it
leads to
continuation of life

No. 7

haboob
dust storm
suffocating brown blackout

rolling
through the
waterless desert waste

sucking
vacuuming up
dryness desert dirt

dumping
its contents
on the cityscape

city
coughs chokes
cringes crouches cowards

No. 10

mask
wash hands
shelter in place

mask
eyes only
miss your face

hands
palms up
miss holding yours

sheltered
feel lonely
miss your presence

No. 4

butterfly kisses my cheek
its caress gentle
i sigh as it flies away

No. 3

Silver trails in the summer moonlight
Testimony to the midnight travels of a snail
It wanders in a meandering fashion across the walk
But never reaches the other side
Where were you going
Why did you give up

No. 6

zephyr
turns leaves
to face heavenward

supplicating
the god
to be gentle

No. 5

The golden hills of California burn red with wildfires. Raging across the landscape, consuming all in its path. The flames swallow up wildlife, leaving behind scorched scenes of devastation; still smoking, blackened as a fish on a Cajun grill. Eventually, life springs back as flora and fauna find a foothold in the wake of destruction. Until the next time.