I only see
myself in reflection 
all others only 
in reference it’s 
this invisibility that 
I most enjoy 
almost as though 
I am nothing 
unless I remind 
myself I am 

When that last
ember of sunlight 
at last gives
way to ash
stand I do 
and stop you 
from stirring it 
up let’s go 
inside and pretend 
that you’re night 
and I’m moon
and let us
dance the twilight 

Like my last
quarter about to 
be slipped into 
the slot hoping
the sun slowly 
disappears behind mountains 
and the clouds 
begin to roll 
ching ching ching
nighttime jackpot rings

A building isn’t 
built to stand 
in the way 
of the wind 
anymore than a
tree or mountain 
it’s only the 
opinion of the 
wind that says 
it is so 

Coffee cools
in cup
as empty
pot waits 
maybe more
or wash
as blush
settles on
the mountains 
as morning 
pinks paint 
and blues
bubble burgundy