State of the Union —
what a great name
for an adult film!

winter fog...
shadows
pick through trash

winter fog...
the reassuring rumble
of the train

winter fog...
a prank phone call
from my son

winter fog...
did I or did I not
set the alarm?

winter fog...
no one admits
to leaving out the milk

winter fog...
new ways to spin the word
“democracy”

winter fog —
the streetlights
are alive

winter sun —
I make two copies
of my offer letter

sidewalk ice —
a dance step I remember
from Junior High School

dirty snow —
my ex-wife’s voice
on the answering machine

my mother’s birthday —
I am also
another year older

missing the train —
ice clings
to the wooden handrail

snow turns to rain —
I finally see
my son’s report card

winter wind —
telling my boss
about the new job

two-hour meeting —
my pen runs out of ink
mid-doodle

Freedom Trail —
a stray dog sniffs
a black plastic trash bag

January —
wiping the road salt
from my shoes

northerly wind —
the flagpole
whistles

or

northerly wind —
the flagpole whistles
to itself

winter storm watch —
a stray dog crouches
between dumpsters

false spring —
a ladybug
in my salad

friday the thirteenth —
a crow flies
across the moon

winter thaw —
the snowman’s
muddy cheeks

rush hour —
chasing the crows away
from a dead gull

gibbous moon —
the dog sniffs
every footprint

a passing freight train . . .
I suddenly remember
my mother’s birthday

January —
a brown Christmas tree
on the side of the road

just one drink . . .
her t-shirt reads:
“you can’t afford me”

winter night —
half the moon
under wraps

disabled train —
my reflection
in scratched plexiglas

Back Bay station —
a well-dressed man
shouts at his cell phone

I can’t decide between these two variations, so I’ll have to post both...

January —
the broken-down snow plow
of my dreams

sleepless night —
a broken-down snow plow
at the end of the road

January —
the health club crowded
with resolutions

New Year’s Day —
so many more resolutions
than last year