Water on the Parking Lot

In a parking lot

West of town

Water falls

Straight down

Into the puddle

On the ground

Into the swells all around

Tuesday Conversations

Tuesday conversation

In a rainy way

Make for a late night

After a long day

Into the morning

I go

With a new conversation

Being told

In Plain Sight

Over the hedge

In plain view

What was stolen

Was witnessed by me

And you

No doubt cast

Over the shadow

Of memory

What happened in that

Moment in history

Will live forever

In infamy

Santa Monica Sun

Along a winding path

Paved sun-glazed cement

Baked with a hazy grey sealant

With summer shoes

Raking the rocks

Along the freckled

Grass

Sunscreen scented fragrances

Illuminating hiatus

Under the strung out

Santa Monica Sun

Coffee Afternoon

Coffee afternoon

From a day well on

It’s way

Through the orange

Lights of morning

On the 405

Driving

The drive

Wake up the senses

Into the day

Liquid Snakes

Liquid snakes

In the deep grass

Beyond the light

And just past

Where the shadows

Fall

From the tall pines

Near the woods

Nearly all the time