Ducks dabbling
in the waters of spring
my old dog and I
...
the silence
between his hockey stories...
a banana
thrown on the ice
...
his iron fists
shattered those summer nights...
her memories
come as if reflected
...
replying to a letter
by my estranged brother...
the cold moon
as white
...
the blank pages
of my poetry journal
staring at me...
this blue Monday
...