So Little

time like a shadow
touches me in its passage
leaving so little

She Told Him

she told him so often
take it easy on that curve
the wail of sirens

I’m wise to you now
your blind self importance
icicles melting

beach gulls lament
those noisy, messy snowbirds
poor tippers, too

bottle + gull

panhandler shivers
as cold faces stream past
skim milk tonight

turn around
find the dreams you laid aside
make them live again

abandoned sand castle
the hermit crab claims
squatter’s rights

he sits by the hearth
when mornings are chilly
hunger shall scold him

“The sluggard will not plow by reason of the cold, therefore shall he beg in harvest and have nothing.” Proverbs 20:4

crow eyes the cat’s catch
clacks his beak hungrily
envy eats its own heart

newest devices
blessing or a curse?
unmapped minefield