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.