Where are you?

Oregon?  Washington?

Ok.  Time to come home.

When do you propose

to come home?

The Dead

This is a time of dying.

My friends are falling by the wayside now

more than ever before.  Life comes

to an end.  Sadye in February.

Cheryl in April.

I don't know if I can take much more of it.

But then who cares what I say about it.

Nature takes its course.

Regardless of me.

To Scottsdale

I drove you to the airporter
this morning.
When we got to Larkspur Landing
The sun was glancing over the smooth water.
You grabbed your bags from the back seat
and said, "I love you."

Almost Spring

The monsoon is still

upon us

But the air

is warm and new.

Your smile is wide

and lovely

and I'm in love with you.

What could be more

alarming...in March

or April too

than to see the one

you're hot for

approaching now

for you?

Perhaps I think
too much.
Try to make something
out of nothing.

I regret
a great deal.
And so do you.

But what can be done
anymore
about any of it?