trying to go on
with my disappointments

writing up
a storm at the river's edge

holding onto a neon
butterfly in the light

between a warm morning
and night.

what remains
of my life

like summer rains
which will not last

yet brings back
all the artistic strife

of our caustic
past.

A warm July
day on the hassock

waiting for a friend
to share

trying to be fearless
and not give into

a melancholic
or panic despair.

listening to Mozart
on an afternoon in July

mushrooms being found
outside the door

the cat is hard
to ignore.

with a heavy metal smile
the drummer plays

all night
inspiring an actor

to interpret
him in a play

he helps
to star in.

reacting to
diversity

of scene
here on the boardwalk

the many
university students

ask me to read
a gender fluid poem.

exit the river
which unites

the fragments
of an expressible life

fishing for salmon
here surpassing time

with an uneasy wish
to catch a haul

in a basket
for lunch.