weeds and cracked sidewalks
of a neighborhood
you once called home
now so forgotten
even by you

Sparrow's riffs

a sparrow perched
on an upturned shopping cart
regales its audience
with its clattering riffs
without taking a bow

The coming Wolf Moon

bloated stomachs gurgle
(hunger refusing to go)
quietly into the night
especially during
the Wolf Moon

Thusly, the raindrop

each falling raindrop
makes its
own
small
splash

The Silence

sunlight reaches
- a sleeper just at dawn
and the world awakes
ever so
reluctantly

An old graveyard

he pauses
and in silence prays
before the gates
of an old graveyard
as a cloud passses

Harvest Moon

in the moonlight
they bend their backs
to harvest what they can
from refuse cans and street trash
harvest moon