AfternoonNap

Sky

Heat

Dry

Brown

Doze

Crossed

Closed

Startle

Memory

Thought

Question

Remember

Voice

Image

Comfort

Relax

Breeze

Closed

EarlyMorning (to Bean)

Early morning sky

Blue almost white

Three vanilla cloud

Streaks hover above

Like cigar smoke

Cool air trapped

Inside frosts panes

Like aging dust

Mid-July’s humidity brings

A damp chill

While coffee mugs

Steam and warm

Sipping ever slowly

Feeling it slither

Milk and honey

Walking to me

Sitting and drinking

Smiling and winking

Dressed in shorts

Red zipped jumper

Knees to chest

Warding off dawns

Early morning dew

Letters (to Bean)

A to Z

Are just letters

Unionized forming words

Punctuated into thoughts

And bled here

Then folded neatly

Sealed and posted

Opened and read

Languidly in hammocks

Rushed at work

Your eyes only

Understand these things

Even though I

Don’t say them

But pen them

Always to you

Scandinavia

In my darkness

He offers laughter

From a far

Off place alone

Like a knife

On crystal stemware

Its clear tone

Pulls me out

Of my solitude

Like a dog

Which seemingly understands

His teasing jokes

About Swedish meatballs

Brings some joy

To me lightly

You do know

OneWayStreets

Fine I am

Fine I’ll be

A bit weathered

Some what weary

Now more cautious

Looking both ways

On one-way streets

It is still

Possible to be

Mowed down by

Some one reckless

Disobeying the signs

Law and propriety

I’ll just wait

Until the rush

Is finally over

To step foot

Again into the

Chaos of love