Poem Category: All

crowded
we leave the city
for the night sky

crescent
a salmon gulps
what’s left of the moon

to bats
uncounted
figs in the moon

the wet-sand mark
twilight on the beach
now empty

found
with Laurel in the shower
a soapy back sponge

stretching out
shafts of moon light
over Laurel’s bed

birthday kite
the height
his joy goes

clouds on the window
a crow leaves
snow falling from a branch