It Was Very Early

It was very early.  

The aftermath - the dream litter -

Could be seen in the streets.

The New York City morning

Could not be diagnosed as yet.

Its pulse flickered in between

What was and what will be.

It lay still, like a coma sleeper,

On its bed of concrete.

Awake (After a Dream)

Sunlight chimes morning and

Shatters glass.  Shards of window

Break and fall.  Pieces of day

Cover sidewalks, like leaves

After a cold rain.  Memory is now

Broken.  White-hot flecks

Steam and evaporate,

Tossed apart on the cement.

Winter Morning - New Mexico

 The water in the oak bucket
Unfroze this morning.

The poplar ladle floated up,

Still holding the silver

Of last night's winter moon.

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Morning - New Mexico Mountains



(Pinhole Camera)