Memorial Day
Strewn about the beach
Lorna Doones
Full moon
The half of the Oreo
with the Stuff
Spring breeze
I rearrange the flours
in the cupboard
Garden harvest
More salt less pepper
in my beard
September moon
Ahead in the headlights
Oh Dear
Cherry Coke
My students ignore
the blossoms
Cherry blossoms
She scrounges her purse
for lipstick
Dripping from
the water tower
Spring rain
Her fingers
on my bare shoulder
Piano music
The Rapture
I find in Revelations
a squashed ant
Milky Way
between the stars
Ahmad Jamal's fingers
Afternoon fog
light drizzle
low door jamb
Baltimore twilight
The slow fall of a tear
gas canister
Three AM
The homeless man finds
a round trip ticket
Stretched across
the back bench of the bus
Morning sunshine
Morning fog
a mother waiting on
the feeble sun
On the Boardwalk
the spotless shoes of the man
in a wheelchair
Morning fog
only one of us
monogamous
Bouncing off
every riot shield
Waxing gibbous moon
And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)
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