by the search for words.
The old street
A man selling hot pretzels,
peanuts from a cart.
Letters, photos
tied into bundles.
There should be a word,
to throw
over the shoulder
like salt
or rice
for luck.
This Light
…is mint green through the trees,
a red splash across the clouds,
golden strands skimming open fields;
If love is not enough
at least there is this light.
The Beach
The Day:
Oh what comes on the wind.
What air, what light
can do to a day.
The lighthouse,
all whitewash
schoolhouse red.
The Dream:
When wind and light diminish
I dream white rocks stained red,
fire, flames and whirling flesh.