By Danville Library

In all this beauty,
one plant pocked and frayed alone.
I don't want to see.

To You, in Particular

Shades of eyes shuttered--
you can look inside, but it's
all closed off to you.

In front of the Landfill on Richmond Parkway

Weedy, wild flowers
push themselves up anywhere
along the hard dirt.

6/21/10

In these hours dark,
your snores are reassuring
and I'm not afraid.

Inner Turmoil

Perhaps if I stood
in front of the Buddha, I
could silence this roar.

6/4/2010, 2:53pm

Obsessions beckon
with their comforting blankness
and oblivion.

6/4/2010 @ 2:12pm

These precious fragments,
buried in the deepest part
of me, still covered.