midnight thunderstorm—
the sound of pages turning
in an empty book
Empty
Little brown sparrow,
the streets are mostly empty,
except for your song.
Scarecrow
With an empty sleeve
the old scarecrow flaps and flaps
at a thieving crow.
Empty
In the driving wind
a blackbird struggles homeward
to her empty nest.
Shopping
window-shopping spree
during after-Christmas sales—
my empty wallet
Dance
empty plastic bag
that once contained his ashes—
Dad’s last dance with death
Bell
in the temple courts
beggar with an empty bell
filling it with song
