The Thing Is:
Smoggy veranda
dead rose margaritas
--no happy hour.
Black Shantung Dream:
Sensei reaches down
small metal slices my foot
all the proof needed.
Sunken Library:
Sere pages decay
bathtub-born resident
--logical greeting.
Sassafras and Poke:
Spider webs linger
leaf-fall suspension
autumn reds fade with the rain.
Ghost Dance:
Long gone ancestors
ashen faces--frocks whirl
solemn dervishes.
Gull Sounds:
Carcasses draining
down the embankment
-- fish aplenty.