wolf moon —
the dog
won’t come in

wolf moon —
I wonder what my dog
sees in me

wolf moon —
you can almost hear
the stillness

Dream Sequence - Part 14

You walked into the room
just as I began
to shave off my beard,
blank and sleepy-eyed
but somehow fascinated.
I flashed a tired grin
and continued my work.
Finally you spoke:
“You’re leaving us.”
“What do you mean?” I replied.
“Just because I’m shaving
I have to have some sinister purpose?”
“No,” she said,
“the two don’t necessarily go hand-in-hand,
but in this case they do.”
Wise ass.
I shrugged at my reflection in the mirror.
“I truly am just shaving.”
And that was that.
She went back to bed.
I was gone within the hour.

gibbous moon —
I’m almost ready
to fall asleep

Dream Sequence - Part 13

You and I were coming to the end of a long journey — in a school bus. I had fallen asleep using the dog as a pillow, but she didn’t seem to mind much until we had to stop. Rubbing the sleep from our eyes, we stepped out of the bus and lingered in the court yard. I was five minutes late for my 1:00 class. I had walked in later than that before, but today it was different. Not that I cared much about disturbing the class, but rather I didn’t want to betray the moment...

restless night —
snowmelt trickles
down the window

snow turns to rain —
pitchers and catchers report
in thirty days

Dream Sequence - Part 12

We were near the end of a vacation with multiple destinations. Today we were at a crowded beach, playing badminton. Quite by accident, my racket struck a seagull, knocking it out of the air. Horrified, I watched it hobble over the rocks, away from the crowds. There, a Good Samaritan picked it up, declaring “it’s just a shoulder dislocation.” She tugged on a wing, and that was that. The gull flew away. Moments later I was in an inner tube, floating on the water.

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Dream Sequence - Part 11

I came to visit
totally unannounced
aware of the risks
but somehow believing
I would be a hero.
Your family loved me.
You were mortified.
We had barely a minute to ourselves.
“How could you?” you asked.
“How couldn’t I?” I replied.
When your mother asked
where I was staying that night
I took the high road
and bid everyone farewell.
Then, a long silence.
“I shouldn’t have come here.”
No one disagreed.

a dusting of snow —
the scent of Lemon Pledge

first Monday of the year —
already too late
for resolutions