Dear John --
he squints between
the lines

beyond
the big bang
a word

she peels
away seven veils
one at a time

the ache
of her beauty -
ah, that ankle!

icy wind ...
the hidden agenda
of autumn

behind
her 'nothing' ...
nothing

lune rousse ...
a mortician conceals
the face of death

familiar strain ...
the echoes from his past
jerk the strings

as if luck
is ever enough ...
hei-tiki

sunday morning ...
water parts dreamily
for the blood

raging moon -
the light shed by this craft
or sullen art

wind change ...
are cicadas pausing
for effect?

darkening days ...
a cicada sings
anyway

waxing moon ...
the ocean laps against
her bikini line

lenten path ...
a weather vane
points the way

bread of life ...
light enters through
a wormhole

shaping
the final act ...
autumn wind

the silence
releases its sound ...
blazing sun

a spider
ravelling moths ...
night sounds

autumn dream ...
we retrace the path
of our lips