Out of Place

cosmos angel


Ghost of Summer Past parades

on incongruous stage, rays

reflecting a sunshine lost

in folds, memory’s purse set

aside for special purchase;

it dances, floats, levitates,

takes a bow as warmer days

fall, moaning, into the crypt.


O Midnight Moon


O midnight moon, poetic sphere,

whose pull on seas and lovers here

proclaims your influential part –

a lesser star with greater heart.

Curtain Call


Curtain closes on the year –

Prompters readjust new lines;

Actors memorize the script,

Backstage hands construct new signs.

Writers seek the perfect words,

Props are found and set in place;

When the curtain opens next,

2012 will be replaced.