Swan

A solitary bird;

there is no flight.

Only two hands

crossed.

Great wings

Rest nestled

upon mute 

breast.

Oh swan.

All shadow.

Caged. 

Cooked.

Oh swan.

Sky will

welcome

you

again.

A Million Photos

Roy Rogers and Dale Evans

refused to kiss for the cameras

because Roy said,

“the kids wouldn’t like it.”

Comfort Station

I grow tall in my bed;

my business here is humble.

Out of my house,

imagine small, smaller.

Between pillows

a giant clears her throat.

An Unremarkable Cycle

Time is a chore

who lingers like

an uninvited house guest

measuring unwanted hours

who grew up to be 

unwelcome days.