Poem Category: All

late night party–
our neighbour today
shy on the stairs

just gone noon–
our unpacked picnic
on the gingham cloth

just above the slime–
a gentle breeze
lifts the gold leaf

along this track
in the tight wire fence
a half moon

moon lit skins
I hold from touching
her few freckles

the long pond ripples–
my under-arm flip
of the flat-stone

just plopped…
the pond gathered in
around a frog

tiny cascade
a rainbow bridged
across the stones

the lift jolts…
a little bob
of her pony tail

Cathedral
sunset lighting a spire
the last one