autumn's end . . .
a vulture turns over
the pieces

 

urban garden . . .
among skeletal trees
a vulture waits

 

summer grasses . . .
a vulture circles over
soldier's dreams

 

stricken ill
a vulture scavenges
extant dreams

 

dawn parade . . .
a vulture flies itself
at half-mast

 

moon halo —
the vulture eyes
a ring finger

 

Irish stew —
finnegan's wake
of vultures

 

branching out —
vultures in committee
form a quorum

 

a vulture
sniffs out the state
of Denmark

 

seventh day . . .
vultures feed on the
afterbirth

 

pas de deux . . .
a vulture outsmarts
the crow

 

darkening sky . . .
vultures keep watch over
a vale of tears

 

empty sky . . .
a vulture returns
to fuck all

 

night shelter . . .
a Samaritan's
extra mile


 

an ode nightingale
pours forth its ecstatic heart . . .
do I wake or sleep?


 

mirror lake . . .
a mallard upends
within itself


cold silence!
it twists into the night
like a knife


 

twilight dusk —
a bell bird trembles
on its trill


 

autumn's end . . .
a vulture turns over
the pieces


 

urban garden . . .
among skeletal trees
a vulture waits


 

summer grasses . . .
a vulture circles over
soldier's dreams


 

stricken ill
a vulture scavenges
extant dreams


dawn parade . . .
a vulture flies itself
at half-mast


 

moon halo —
the vulture eyes
a ring finger


 

Irish stew —
finnegan's wake
of vultures


 

branching out —
vultures in committee
form a quorum


 

a vulture
sniffs out the state
of Denmark


seventh day . . .
vultures feed on the
afterbirth


pas de deux . . .
a vulture outsmarts
the crow


 

darkening sky . . .
vultures keep watch over
a vale of tears


 

empty sky . . .
a vulture returns
to fuck all


 

how fine!
the strain of clinging
to dreams