1 Heart, Bleeding

Strung out
on an endless line of compromise
my heart dangles
swinging in a fickle breeze
trying hard
not to be an unwelcome distraction.

No Smoking

Imaginary carrots
dangle in the gray haze
of empty platitudes
as sand swiftly pours
toward a promised departure.

A Live Bouquet

Daffodils,
cut and fading,
die in a vase on the kitchen table.

Bought as a donation to help fight cancer,
their withered yellow
draws a wry smile.

Grinding

Chained by ingrained belief
that suffering reaps reward,
she works 9 to 5 with pen as pickaxe
painstakingly building stairs
for others to climb.

Progress

The familiar cold of a mid-November Sunday-- Atticus dutifully sniffs the path of his predecessor as dried leaves scrape across the paveme...