my reflection
even older
than I am

my reflection
even older
than I am
writing on the wall
migrants and their pets
on the railroad bridge
last day of summer
a time for
awkward silences
sleeping late
a crowded conference
of troubled dreams
vision insurance
I strain to read
the fine print
early sunset —
wondering where
the crows go at night
moody morning
the clouds in no hurry
to move
web of intrigue —
the spider veins
on my ankles
autumnal equinox
I demand
a recount
"we never close"
the guiding light
of a pawn shop
blue skies
somewhere
above the clouds
haunted painting —
its eyes follow me
wherever I go
dry and brittle
the oak leaves
and me
golden years —
the ghosts won't talk about
anything else
new moon —
shadows take
the night off
waning crescent moon —
so many ways
to say goodbye
wildflowers visiting the grave
departure lounge
the piper
at the gates of dawn