Shade

low breathing dogs lying in the late light
leaves signal the breeze
dappled images
she lies in the grass, eyes closed
protected from the sweating sun

History circles

The linear appearance, deceptive
some of us are reborn children with other distant memories
she knows places, faces from an unknown past
she dresses dolls in the clothes  I once picked out years ago, exact in matching

Cobweb Thoughts

hanging from the chapters of my life
the dust of history makes me unsettled
hanging from the rooms of my memory
the heart takes a broom, needing clarity
these cobwebs cloud the view, the past is obscured.