Wicked skin ...

I'm reading Blood Meridian -

I wear a wicked skin - 

Above me, stars are drowning in the sky - 

May 2023

Fragile birds ...

I seek them out, these fragile birds -

Their nests are dark shelves in The Crooked Book -

Their wings dusted with time - 

May 2023

Our first meeting ...

The scent of orange blossom -

Flamenco -

Pine trees above a bright bay - 

Eating  mulberries in a village garden -

I drove the blue car to the seaside town -

Our first meeting - 

March 2023

New songs ...

Two daughters -

Beautiful wings gifted you - 

The blueness of grandsons' eyes - 

They wear summer in their hair -

All those stories -

New songs for you to sing -

March 2023

The memory of a hand holding his collar ...

Bentley rests his head -

In the garden, his nose had mapped out a wonderful new continent - 

Now he dozes -

There's a lost voice somewhere -

The memory of a hand holding his collar - 

That once familiar scent - 

Going far away now, across a deep river - 

March 2023

The shape of your smile ...

There are paintings and books inside the house -

A cherished saxophone -

Sunlight -

From the terrace, a view of the sea -

Blueness beyond salty rooftops -

Behind me -

In the air - 

The shape of your smile - 

April 2023

Awakening ...

The bright sea washes away the dark -

Our apple tree is joyous with blossom -

The long night had stilled my tongue - 

No words came to me -

This was my awakening -

Birds singing in the garden -

The ship waiting in the bay -

Finding a pen once more in my hand -

April 2023