in a wayside inn
three strangers playing poker
till the blizzard’s past
Euphoria
near the casita
an exaltation of larks—
birdsong stuns the air
Redeye
taking the redeye
from L.A. to Biloxi—
a long slow descent
Stud
trotting summer paths
lusty stud longs for snowdrifts
to test his mettle
Liberation
the belfry pigeons
free of priestly conventions
cooing holy notes
Confrontation
fighting words—
they trample their vows
underfoot