Three Baroque Allegories

Wishing it were me 
Poetry was looking at 
like that

Musical Fame 
fingering 
her violin 

Meditation’s dress
fraying where she rests 
her elbow

Vacancy

Estate sale 
the birdcage door 
ajar

Five Haiku

Desert highway 
not stopping for a cactus 
with its arm out

Spring breeze 
the wildflowers 
agreeing with it 

Public library 
even the thunder 
quieter here 

Occult bookshop
the crystals casting 
rainbows

Slate gray sky
hard 
to write on