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

Discarded

 
 
 

freeway teddy bear
 
twenty miles south of Vegas
 
one discarded dream

Hummingbirds

 
 
 

outside my window
 
hummingbirds guzzle nectar
 
old cat licks his chops

Trying

 
 
 

almost 64
 
trying to quench my deep thirst
 
from a leaky jar

Judgment

 
 
 

they say it’s coming
 
day of judgment, day of wrath
 
have to wait and see

Waiting

 
 
 

waiting for the sun
 
so I can take photographs
 
this pea-soup morning