
snow domes flake by flake collecting…
Posted by Tom Clausen | Filed under poems and photos
15 Sunday Dec 2013
15 Sunday Dec 2013
Unraked Leaves (1995) self published
daybreak-
from the bread truck’s roof
frost swirls
autumn field-
the vitamin slowly dissolves
in my mouth
daydreaming…
the jet contrail slowly
spreads
going the same way…
exchanging looks with the driver
of the hearse
on the bench
a young couple carries on
as if I’m not there
each time
the door opens
a few more leaves
late night-
the wind rustles
some leaves
as the music goes
into overdrive
I check the speedometer
holding
my pee
for home
behind the Wendy’s sign
an entire mountain
in color
crow lingers-
the roadkill
beyond recognition
my cat comes up close
then shies away
alcohol on my breath
twilight moon
in the still lake a fish
flips itself
praying mantis near death
the little mouth parts
still move
disturbing movie
the eyes of those waiting
to get in
power failure…
moonlit clouds drift
by the window
all around
the little bandstand
unraked leaves
the way
light eases
into dawn
below the window
a sparrow on its side
one feather lifting
he leaves…
his wine glass on the counter
autumn rain
behind me
an acorn drops
on the road
under the manhole
the night gives
a gurgle
he double checks
the coin return-
emptiness lingers
abandoned farmhouse
autumn twilight darkest
in the empty windows
again this year
just her signature below
the holiday message
dawn…
at the empty crossroads
the signal blinks
all the voices
songs, waiting
in the broken radio
older and older
the strangers saying hello
to me
droning plane fades out…
how little difference it makes
what age I am
the way
the light bulb rests
in the rest of the trash
on the road…
even the daylight comes
and goes
on the trail again…
walking deeper
into myself
15 Sunday Dec 2013
Posted in Chapbooks
empty parking lot
some wind collects and swirls
leaves into a shape
**
alone in the waiting room
checking the plant
for reality
**
in early morning rain
I return
a stranger’s solemn nod
**
everyday she waits
at the bus stop;
just to wait
**
rusted tracks
beside the freeway A man
with a burlap sack
**
under the pine tree
that he chose rain
at his grave
**
my father’s winter
coats still hang
in the closet
**
with friends
I open the fortune cookie
without a fortune
**
taking off my clothes
my heart
closer…
**
in another country
from a flatcar
the Milky Way
**
free spirits…
a year later
they return
**
sidewalk sale-
wind twists a lifetime
guarantee tag
**
x-ray room
they remove
her crucifix
**
myself
monopolizes
me
**
morning zazen
marriage counseling
ourselves
**
train receding
its wake in the grasses
still waving…
**
end to end
three Ramblers take part
in the overgrown field
**
farm auction-
fields filled with asters
and goldenrod
**
cold autumn wind
in all the cracks
eyes of barn cats
**
the tree that rubbed
the house noisily
burns in the fireplace
**
autumn moonlight
folded in
the clothes on the floor
**
meeting her boyfriend
our handshake
out of synch
**
sneaking M & M’s…
the crunching
in my ears
**
wanting my old life
when I wanted
my present life
**
cream in my coffee…
visiting from the next booth
a curious cockroach
**
asleep
in my lap the new kitten
I didn’t want
**
the hypnotist
describes her technique
sound of the stream
**
downpour-
a duck waddles away
from the pond
**
after the party
undressing
myself
**
early morning fog-
in the cereal bowl
the spoon clinks
**
in the prayer bowl
the silence
of dust
**
daybreak frost-
the sound of leaves falling
through leaves
**
calling
for the lost cat…
wind chimes
**
mountaintop:
giving back
each breath
**
the way
rain takes
the mountain
**
after zazen
the ride home
without the radio
**
one tree
one bird, one song
the dusk
**
sunrise frost-
under the maple one night’s scatter
of leaves
**