Lost in the Motion

Zen

I left my thoughts in the wind.

In its invisible motion,

it swept my mind away.

Who am I now who stands

thoughtless,

 free.

I Heart My Town Shoot Out

 Throwing A Heart out the Window

The years behind us,
your eyes did not even blink,
as useless as dead flesh.

The cantation said,
you held my heart before you,
some strange, pink trophy.

The snow held its silence
as the last of the rhythm
pushed out its red lament.

Haiku Spider

humming a death tune,

the breeze vibrates silken strings.

octave approaches.

Macro Poem

Macro Poem

We walked across childhood;
its coolness washes all the accumulated darknesses
that time has scattered into the wind of our lives.
Pay close attention, heaven is at the ridges.
I will not run from the holes.  I will stroll through
them with a smile.