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.