Accounting

The lights are on outside of houses now
when we go out.
The beach is a roaring battlefield
for scavenger gulls that seek the dead.
The morning lies in submission to a dreadful orbit;
we pay the price of Spring
and Summer's bill is in the mail.

October 2 2014

Soap

For some reason dwindling soap steals my courage.
From abundance to a dying sliver
there's mortality in my shower.
Then death turns the corner into life;
new hope is born from a cardboard box
and I join the old and new
in a whole that won't last forever
but cleanses me today.

October 1 2014