Piano haunts
teases me
beckoning me
come hither
quickly see
what is
your imagination
I turn
seeing you
still asleep
deep in
dreams cave
wondering if
there too
you hear
piano calling
come back
and or
if you
in dream
shoo it
away like
bothersome gnats
Dollop
At this lonely
dozy sleepy hour
the nights sky
wrings out the
last of starlight’s
glow turning the
black sky blue
as though a
giant or angel
added a dollop
of moon to
a cup of
hot dark coffee
Wakey (for Bean)
Sleep still
tucked in
behind eyes
thick thought
cleaved by
morning routine
just do
don’t think
days wit
will come
bringing desires
morning kiss
Bath
I miss
the quiet
that you
bring to
my mind
you might
not think
that it’s
very much
but silence
but that
is exactly
the warm
bath that
I need
Such
Sometimes I
wish but
then catch
I hesitate
wishing such
it’s loneliest
then wishing
such things
for such
must never
and then
just turn
into sighs
