Dusty Boots
December 16, 2017
my grandfather’s bones
are in the ground
still his dusty boots
wait patiently by the back door
longing to feel useful again
Tiny Tinted Windows
December 14, 2017
we are all voyeurs
in a world connected
by tiny tinted windows
social media scouts
looking for intel
concealed in shadows
never daring to simply whisper
“hello”
Ceiling Tiles
December 13, 2017
crisp white ceiling tiles look down on me
each fitting perfectly in their square
you can have your high and mighty
i’m happy living down here
The Shoe Box
December 10, 2017
our universe
is inside an old shoe box
— lid held on by a tiring rubber band —
on a dusty shelf in God’s attic
a long-forgotten collection
from His youth
Late Autumn Hike
December 8, 2017
crunching leaves echo
through the bleak abandoned woods
i watch my breath rise
December Gray
December 7, 2017
the December gray
covers us as a blanket
still we feel the chill
A Day’s Work
December 6, 2017
the cheerful wood thrush persistently pecks at the forest floor
pausing now and then to share a song
all in a day’s work
Old Photo Albums
December 5, 2017
Thumbing through old photo albums
I see monochrome ghosts in the prime of their lives
Smiling
Laughing
A gleam in their eyes
Soon to be memories in a dusty book
Letters Never Sent
December 2, 2017
Fingerprints
December 1, 2017
this vast slab of soiled pavement
collects the fingerprints of those who fall
and those who push themselves up