July 22, 2019

she is a mist of
silence near roads of dust
morning commutes

June 13, 2019

yesterday’s ghosts
bathe in tomorrow’s concrete
leaves are the cover

alone on a road
moon rises, a gentleman
dances away death

midnight speaks a lie
the heavens are not useful
if I die before

double exposure
mist catches eyelashes
extinguishing mountains

orange litters meadow
minds meet on a quest for peak
lost is the new found

late afternoon
shadows on a narrow path
Herculean