number 59

No Angels
Six of us stand in the snow
waiting for the howling wind
to gust, set blaze to the night.

number 58

Diner Rush, New Year's Morning
Screaming eggs heavy waitress
first greasy hours smoking
toast more coffee more coffee.

number 57

In My Lap
The cat ignored me for weeks.
Tonight she makes the climb, and
curls, thrums, asks me no questions.

number 56

December 31st Sky
More than months have passed us as
the last sun pauses, blazing,
then falls into the last night.

number 55

Ghost Trail
Five cardinals dart before me,
some wounded spirit passing,
blood on the snow of the day.

number 54

Wandering
Any city, any place
are the same: rain and strangers
and this: she's not there either.

number 49

Humaphants Feeding
Mouth the roasted salted shell.
Cracking bat, ringmasters whip,
cracked bedroom eyes, this is nuts.