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