Poem Category: All

ice melt
a patch of river
jostles to move on

just visible
the breaths of Laurel
from the movie—home

Zen garden
on the un-coiled hose
the dew…beads

end of day
the hawk’s wings
folding up

verandah
all at once
grandma’s rocker in the wind

laughter…
most hands quickly cover
their poker cards

shrinking village
not a Saturday night
where the singles dance

from the forest…
with a new straight cane
to walk home