Brief, compacted wind
sweeps through the stuttering trees
but does not touch me

MIXED PIXELS

I’m just coming into resolution
but I’m friggin’ losing it!
I’m the pause button before
the calm before the storm.
I’m a handful of neutered
thunder claps, I’m the sound
of one hand washing the other,
I’m part of the bigger picture.
Won’t you mix with me?

Chain-link casts shadows
a distorted spider web
for me to walk through

Luminous city
like an afterthought rising
from the river’s mist

Dawn’s dull light spills in
azalea blooms burst blood-red
a deepening green

The mewing newborn
in a concussion of green
blooms about to burst

A siren at night
sounds like an owl’s frantic call
if you hear it right

Wind clatters the leaves
insistent fingers that reach
outside my window

In this gathered night
a car parks, stereo blasting
then the quiet speaks

Lost balloons sail past
pale orbs in the twilight sky
planes criss-cross above