Unraked Leaves

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

 

 

 

Autumn Wind in the Cracks

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

 

 

 

**