waiting

every breath I take
I smell work clinging to me

every day

cars sit idling
parents stare at their smart phones
missing sun and birds

dads porch

talking and rocking
  we watch the cat stalk small birds
flannels and coffee

The Parlor

buzzing of needles
ink and flesh turned into more
Black Phoenix Tattoo

Tanka, almost

rising on St. Croix
streaks of light behind black trees
through grimy windows
snow clinging on to shadow
waiting for winter to come

my back yard

snow dripping I peek
I heard the calling of crows
they say to relax

The next day

waking up at Three
yesterdays shock is still here
my clock keeps moving

Coronation

I was there that day
when Hans and Taion battled
For the golden Claw
on the fields of Border Downs
In the shadows of summer

Tanka baby steps

talking about poems
with my children as we work
they do math I write
sounds of geese echo the train
as fall snow turns to water


I am sure each line is suppose to be contained in itself but. It is a start.

work day

afternoon anger

destroys mornings happiness

why do the clouds come