The space between storms
gives a clear night to walk home,
lucid, from Death Guild.

Frozen fingertips,
Rainbow over Alcatraz:
Our Wave Organ stroll

A clear and crisp day,
trip to Tomales Bay to
shuck and suck oysters.

new moon. clear sky. yet
heavy eyelids impinge on
Leonid showers.

View from Crissy Field:
three tilted pillars of rain,
grey, across the bay.

sleep deprivation,
coffee in excess on a
gloomy June morning

Antony's voice beams:
a fortuitous moon-ray
halting spry downpours.

yoshi's for neal's show
breathing in hot and smooth sounds
this chill friday night

Perplexed, a rosebush
snubs a discarded spruce, and
boasts a sole, tight bud.

just jeans and a T
for this strange sunny warm day
in January

from damp, grey downtown,
to sputtering heat at home;
my feet are still cold