night storm closing in
a hooded teenage boy
throws f-bombs
at the entrance
...
blood moon
refracted
from shards of glass
and yet I remain
...
father's absent gaze...
and yet
for brief moments
the warmth of his hand
...
honey melon moon
in the black bowl
of the sky
I remember the taste
...
In Memory of Marian Olson
thoughts of her...
summer clouds touch
...
on this sultry night
our first class reunion:
my foamless beer
and his theory
...