Useless

Follow me down, raindrop, between cleft earth

Where roots in the chasm twist and writhe;

Come with me to caverns with neither light

Nor water.

Long Hand

The long hand sweeps, dials time for me.
Oh, the hours, they hardly matter;
Slow by comparison.

Blues

I caught the blues from my baby
Walking down by San Francisco Bay.
It’s an old cliché.

Inner Sound

A beat, like the sun rising behind you,
A crack of dawn over the mountains;
Cloud shifts; shafts reach over your shoulder,
Low.