Thursday, March 28, 2024

fading light

cigarette butts pile
spill from the lip
of a rusty coffee can
beside milkcrate seats

orange dusk clouds flow
drifting east
then south over New York

moon rises slow
over boy scout trees
crossroad traffic slows
motel lights dim 

Sunday, March 17, 2024

a pub moment

The pub is warm
windows thrown open
salty sea air on the ocean breeze
pre-dusk clouds glow 
with reds, a tinge of orange

the barkeep laughs
as he cuts a steaming soda bread
the joke:  he's poured a full pint
of Guinness into the batter

the result is a brown moist delight
washed down with another stout
and a shot of Jameson