Poem Category: All

Beach driftwood
the roundness of the coconut
gaining higher ground.

Chest high surf
wave slapping wave
in the moon behind us.

Isolated beach
jogged all alone
empties my mind.

Aegean island
alone— yet a set of prints
under my feet.

Not one scurrying
that I can catch …
the red sand crabs.

Rock pool
the star fish bathes
with fingers.