October 16, 2019

we are still summer
stars plucked from an absent sun
become your eyes

September 14, 2019

birds of paradise
their sympathy is corrupt
at days end

sap stains sidewalks
as trees contemplate a nap
solar cleanses

spilling sun
silence covers wooded floor
broken survival

seeking solace in
the sun’s rising and falling
shadows waltz

as the sun looks down
its breeze kisses my bare face
nectar we devour

bicycle spoked wheels
reflect this summer’s late sun
upon bare streets