for everything which is yes

When the well is most
needed, the walk there is work.
O come, blessed rain.

“There are things ‘alf in
shadow and ‘alf way in light.”
I am one of them.

Ash-stained, we climb the
stairs between pavement and stars,
perspective lucky.

‘Old soul’: probably
not justification for
curmudgeonliness…

The streaks seemed to be
her only constant: dyed locks,
torn makeup, stretch marks.

A ribbon of geese
strings the sky–right to left–like a
ticker of morse code.

Earbuds in, running
out, his mouth forms words:  “Tell me
all of your secrets.”