Community on Parade

fox leads black bear black bear accompanies red hatted girl in red sweater and red-green clothing as if it were the Christmas season she is dressed much too warmly. there they travel past community garden, past teen-age murals showing the walled out community, home to…

Done Wandering

I am done with wandering! Those mystical creatures have abandoned me They have flown away.   I am done with Wandering The night sky has become too dark Those stars are packing their bags its time to go home.   I am done with wandering…

Trusting

Trusting perception; getting into boiling water – these potatoes are not cooked.

Chi

Looking at the Chicago Skyline Hoping one day to be in one of those buildings Walking along the sand I stare at the Wheel Proud

As the Dawn Breaks

First shadows appear against the sky. Before everything was the same shade of dark. The shadows are just the trees, And soon enough they are easier to see than the stars. Then color slowly bleeds into the world. The sky turns first to a deep…

22

If the hummingbirds hover, they trouble all together, the coots in a clover and the chickens in a peep, but watch for the gaggle those geese are in a skein See the plovers in a leash or herons in a siege, or the mustering of…

TWENTY-THREE

Dear Czesław, Hard to believe it’s been 12 years, but listen, hey, Happy Anniversary! I wasn’t sure about having this letter printed in The New York Times — do you still subscribe? — but I didn’t know how else to reach you. I notice the…

Dear Heavenly Father

Grant us the music that your heart. Plays for us. Deliver us from the darkness. That lays so heavy.   Upon our hearts.

The Diner

Every city has a place all-nighter, regulars direct from central casting occupying the same seat in Seattle as in Newark, two cities never visited but I have been there   you want your hash browns crispy coffee potent, in heavy mugs (no cups) bacon crunchy…

Perhaps a better future #18

Dressed in a king’s attire, under the mask of lies, convincing as a con man, the country slowly dies.   Blood as coffee stains, wounds are gaping holes, the Royal eyes are closed, as life, the Angels stole.   Adrenalin, a marathon runner, pumping through…