A simple path
Through
Dark firs
All tagged poem
Six Bells
Six bells of the morning
Watch the
Sun floating free,
Horizon:
Elusive, geometric, perfect nothing
Drive Through Apocalypse
Head for the drive-through
Apocalypse up the main drag
Your Math Shelter At Homework
I’m mad at math.
Rinse and Repeat
In August the ocean is warm, wet and ready
A south swells sweeps smooth around the Pier
A Poem About Rabbis
Picture a Rabbi.
Close your eyes.
Now show me what you’ve got.