Poetry: Leaf Tattoo

LEAF TATTOOCan you feel itIn my cityThe changing airas wind folds in  fall’s cool weather.Orange leaves land onthe sidewalks of Holly Street.No worms to dance them back to soil.Cement laden, laid upon the roadside in random patternsleave a tattoo, imprint to the stone.Five pointed star, a Tree Hand pressed by feet and rainbleed the orange ink for allContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Leaf Tattoo”

Poetry: Walking Up Holly

The Maritime Heritage Park Fountain and the Whatcom Museumas seen from W. Holly StreetISidewalk DesertWalking up Holly StreetLife is alive with the livingLow tide wakes the sensesas mid-day traffic races byWalk uphill towards Bay StreetPass three homeless ones who wander camel-less like wise kings searching for The StarMan with a stroke-limp hobbles bypassing me on the right nodsContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Walking Up Holly”