parting  . . .
the clatter of train tracks
into dark







father's old books . . . today I open the cabinet just to breathe them







leaving the cabin for the last time . . . pine dust on my shoes







tumbling snowflakes . . . I lose my thought to the space between deck planks







new love . . . still some green in these autumn leaves

First published in (1) Tempes Libre (Belgium), June 2007; (2) SxSE (South x South East) V. 13, No. 2; (3) Acorn, Fall 2001; (4) Frogpond (June 2002); and (5) The Heron’s Nest, January 2003.