Poem Category: All

Crowded bus
the tot showing the inspector
her rag-doll’s ticket.

Card night
your laughs move our peanut shells
across the plastic table.

Chasing joggers
just barbed wire
in the guard dog’s eyes.

Herb garden
the wife hosing Basil
fills my head with scent.

Breathless summer night
just this heat in curved pillows
between us.