Old red bike
overgrown with green
spokes and vines
from lives past.
blue shirt and tie
on motor bike rides
off to do battle with delicate hands.
A dog barks,
a slow car from behind,
a bike and then a distant train’s rumbling.
Oh, a neighborhood side street.
– MATTER; Wolverine Farm Publishing
A scholar throws his books away
reads the lines
on an old woman’s hand
– Improv: Anthology of Colorado Poets; Green Fuse Press
As if searching
in this storm
the box elder
knocks at my window.
– American Tanka: Issue 19, a year of buttons
A cold foot
nudges her awake–
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