Is it possible to truly appreciate

what 

you

can't

name?

Zebras

real and mythical make me smile

with a clarity that often eludes

or perhaps, it's my love of black ink

on white paper or thin slices of onion

Versatility

olive oil

ricotta

figs

walnuts

parma 

mint

pepper

appetite

for texture

desire

for words 

Even at night

a sprig of mint refreshes, resets the senses

Splash

certain words

grasp

& release

the taste

of melon

or raspberry

in a blink

I think 

of haiku

the cat

of course

Tango with paint

day paints over night with the most colorful swirls

sherbet-on-the-go

don't trifle with this thought

to do so can affect your dreams

Something inexplicable

about red & purple
grapes & apples
day turns into evening
your hand holds
nothing
a pen
can't bear

Sweetie

 RIP

10/20/2020

Something hopeful is rising up

angle the mirror

no, a little more to the left

more to the left

yes, just there

the skies are turning

blue

Spun

centrifugal 

force

& the will

to fly

is this 

akin

to the desire

words have

for the page

the desire 

carrots

feel 

to be 

slimmed

to slivers 

or simply

the desire

for something

bracingly 

cool 

Faces of the season

Keep the window ajar

Invite the ripe inside 

Invite words to ripple & flow

I love jazz in the afternoon

late afternoon with coffee. Perhaps, a Walker shortbread. The air inhabited by color. Green & blue. Always red. Some hues linger. When the line works, the heart holds on. A word or two, remembered.