a short route

he felt sanctified
just having past the doors,
so he did each day

anole zen

alert and watchful,
holding on and poised to leap,
an eye for the now

omnipresent past

when in an alley
it's possible to still see
well into the past

wrought delicate

though made of wrought iron
the shutterdogs’ delicate
nature does come through

invasive beauty

here on the island
fall’s colors come in flowers
instead of dead leaves

hanging garden

the balcony blooms
over the modest storefront
and bench now vacant

narrow street light

that bright late day light
sure can fill a narrow street
every single day

autumn bee

with each bee spotting
i wonder if it is the last
before the earth sleeps

a kennedy

me and bobby j
wore dark suits, white shirts, and talked
in nineteen eighty

sense of place

one knows when one sees
a place that is like no other
a space that's holy

Our Lady of Covadonga

curtains drawn

the curtains were gauze,
but in the near high noon sun
they were near opaque

facing east

looking towards the dawn
he saw he's be last in line
if the rapture came

the convent door

sunset sunlight waxes
the bold door so that it shines
and makes lace shadows

season start

like climbing from bed
the woodpile's covers gets tossed
at autumn's first chill

across the street

charlotte street's bordered
by a very bright brick wall
and a tree with leaves

a haunting

late each afternoon
Vic hear his father's last words,
"just finish the wall"

manna

At breakfast at F&T I read an ad...and rented it!
Block from FSU main gate, 1-BR furn efficiency, $95, no pets. One occupant maximum.

just what a single grad student,
in between cats,
needed

where they bought gas

every time they passed
the corner they remembered
the night they eloped

(from d'towne sunset)

sleeping rails

the short spur line served
the western side of the town
but not recently

(from d'towne sunset)

loading dock

adding some color,
a suggestion by his wife,
added more than that

(from d'towne sunset)