Blur

Rainy autumn night 
The color in the traffic lights 
Starting to run. 

Natural Selection

Above the still blades 
Of the broken ceiling fan —
A hummingbird’s nest. 

New Horizons

Behind the worn bar
A crowded skyline 
Of gleaming bottles. 

Indecision

My clothes going 
Around in circles — 
My thoughts laid bare. 

Confidant

Old pillow! 
Whatever happened 
To all our dreams?

Casket

My to-be-read pile —
The awful realization
Of Fortunato. 

A Cappella

An open window — 
My nine-year-old singing 
To himself.