Poem 1

A late winter sunrise
holds in peachy pink
the columns of windows
stacked across the street.
Last night’s shared mug of tea,
peachy too, sticks to my
tongue and dry lip fissures,
a candy coating.
I find that daybreak
is not the expiry
of yesterday, instead
the spill of new light.


Poem 2

I’ve been reckless,
checkless, feckless with my
pencil, pitching words
like fishes
in the hands of
seamen searching the surface
for circling sharks.


Poem 3

Pastries on a plaza bench:
Pigeons pose as pilgrims,
Pecking at pieces of palmera
On the pewter pavement.