the soft summer wind
circling the tobacco barns
deepens the sunset
St. George Island Bridge
soaring high above
a geometric marvel
man-made artistry
Empty Mansion
storm clouds gathering
weathered facade bears witness
to a slant of light
The Hunt
things my cat taught me:
it’s all about the getting,
and not the having
Mariner’s Fill Station
the breeze tastes of salt
relics are its rusted pumps
the mariner’s fill
Visually Impaired
shapes twist in my gaze
bending lines in a strange maze
looking up sideways