Breakup

After the storm
The clouds going 
Their separate ways. 

Hot Mic

Standing in the glow 
Of the spotlight’s soft circle, 
Tilting her head back. 

Déjà Vu

Morning walk — 
A worn-out-looking man 
At every window. 

Colosseum

A dark residue 
Still pools at the bottom 
Of this broken teacup. 

Diversion

Shiny butterfly —
The wind turning the pages 
Of my Oscar Wilde.  

Nostalgia

Drive-in diner — 
The pigeons in the next spot
Staring up at me. 

Wall Safe

You got the feeling 
Something of great value lay 
Just beyond the frame. 

The Score

Who the hell knew 
Writing a haiku 
Could be so harrowing? 

Virginia

There is a young lady down south
Who can do certain things with her mouth.
She will do them for you 
If you ask her to, too — 
But first you must travel down south.

Attrition

Another autumn — 
Even the Lego flowers 
Losing their petals. 

Universe

With nowhere to start
And so many stars it’s hard 
To connect the dots. 

Scaffolding

An aging building 
Limps along the avenue 
In a steel walker. 

Ventriloquism

The sun going down — 
The woman across from me 
Becoming her voice.

Caryatid

Balancing the world 
Like a book atop her curls 
All this time this girl. 

Doubt

Above the church
The sun hesitating 
At the crossroads. 

Riddle

My mind is sharp, my spine is stiff; 
I wear a wingèd sandal — if 
I whistle at you, pray I miss. 

Close Call

Another bottle 
Narrowly avoids 
The cobwebbed wine rack.