Poem Category: All

mail-box junk
found in summer
past the sunflowers

Friday solitaires
the neighbour’s daughter
home late

open window
in lamp light
her games of solitaire

green hills
I can’t count
their grains down the river

Theology
with frail thoughts
to answer

pool party
the dragonfly’s
late arrival

being stars
man on earth
must re-create