Late Rain

Red and Yellow flash
Swirl, blinds
Bleeds into my senses.
 
A voice on the phone
Said this is the spot
Just past the bend
In the road.
The damp road.
The slippery road.
 
Where’s my son?
My baby boy…
Two weeks from sixteen.

 

Red, now, only Red
(Swirls, blinds
Bleeds into my memory)
On the road.
The damp road.
The skid-marked road.


text & photo by leh

Red Legs and Leather

Beautiful bad girl
plugged-in
to fringe

fatal attraction
amplified
in the red zone

carpé noctem
cards dealt
by a wicked messenger

institutionalized
inexcusably
transformed

 

text & photo by leh

Reverie

My shadow points north
where velveteen moss hangs
from gnarled oak--longing
for osage and dogwood
my father beside me
on a bale of hay, smoking
in the cool barn, now
where only swallows nest—
the rails no longer humming


leh

high desert rush

blood flows faster
driving into Vegas

marquee buzz
highway country

recognized an Angel  

sitting on the curb
displaced   Chi
soul   life force
 
alternate version   trapped
in a parallel universe
separated by a veil
dividing   into infinite selves
 
high desert  gateway
to the multiverse


text & photo by leh

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The Birthday

Memories trespass

into her thoughts

with the unexpected word

the intrusive image…

CNN reporting live from Baghdad

where there is a sense of liberation

the first wave of bombings

absolutely stunning to see.
 

            …taking her back to D-day 1944

            her 24^th birthday

            the beaches of Normandy

            stained red with the blood

            of boys she grew up with.

On the television screen

an ancient city disintegrates

into an expanding mushroom cloud

against a ghostly-green night-scope sky.

            Of course, collateral damage

            is to be expected

            when liberating people.

A lone birthday card lies before her, unopened.


text & photo by leh

Haiku IX

Phobos and Deimos
draw the chariot of Mars,
our rubicund sire




leh (web photo)