Sky openly crying
Drenching the earth below
Washing away sweat

She stabbed the sky with her thumb
Waving it towards the interstate

She puts one muddy foot in front of the other
Shifting the weight of the world
Carried diligently across state lines
Tucked behind the rain fly

A basket weaver stopped
Waived hello
Before offering a glass of water
And a dry towel

Open floorplan

A perfect yardstick
Three meters measured
Fifteen stories tall

Missing the thirteenth floor
Superstitious nagging
Playing put-put between calls

Industry shuttered, sheltered out of sync; what’s more critical – dollars or what makes sense?

This meeting could have been an email phishing scam

(rolling eyes spinning)

Or digitally televised
Six feet underground

The command was six feet

They never specified the direction.

Where wares were

There is nothing anywhere
that doesn’t remind me
of who you were.

Puka shell necklace,
aloe scented salty skin,
summer breeze through hair.


Short distance,
just beyond arm’s reach;
we like it here,
bright in the morning.