Night

should he journey on

or spend the night with Raven—

old wayfarer prays

Future

these words from my pen

may last seven centuries

or seven seconds

freeway teddy bear

twenty miles south of Vegas

one discarded dream

outside my window

hummingbirds guzzle nectar

old cat licks his chops

almost 64

trying to quench my deep thirst

from a leaky jar

they say it’s coming

day of judgment, day of wrath

have to wait and see

waiting for the sun

so I can take photographs

this pea-soup morning

sister moon

her shining

a gift to the dark

sea star

singing the depths

to light

my bedroom’s darkness

the perfect cricket cover

fiddle-de-de