Odd morning this 
moment on desert 
mountain cloudy so
no hikers seen
fear of being 
caught in rain 
in the valley 
and down below 
they will stay
rain dries the 
longer the fall

Band of white
flanked by black 
like deep bruises 
stop at bandage 
so are mountains 
and sky today
a pearl bracelet 
seen between wrist
and sleeve hem
of silent mourning 
oh and now 
bit of blue
turquoise just appeared 
and now disappeared 
behind the somber 

White towels I
chose for you 
black for me 
I want to 
see the stain
of you on
something other than 
my broken heart 

Crooked picture
in frame 
set out
and ignored
always overlooked 
dog whose
head tilts 
stare I
still do 
and wonder 
when the 
memories of 
you turned 
from perfect 
to this 

Oh that first 
sip be it
beer or brew
hits every time 
like the crack 
of ball on
bat sending it
upwards and beyond 
be it cold 
or be it 
hot that first 
sip of anything 
including your lips 
is just enough 
to get me 
here to there