When she’s gone

the way she smelled of fresh rain,
of soil and water releasing
running down her fingers and legs
that girl was so much water


this is not a metaphor

I am in love

I am in love
with the life that emerges
from hidden and forgotten spaces
cracks of green in gray cement
life cannot keep
from living again


home is where love surrounds you,
enveloping and washing away
the sore and ache
carried from worlds away

Full Moon

the light of the full moon
ripples over the humming inlet
the diamond atop
a diadem of pines
shadowed against the night sky