Poem Category: All

in Creation
the distance
to perfect an eagle

her gate opens
the distance
to grandma’s strawberries

an eagle dives
the distance
to perfect kills and eat

bird’s eggs
the distance
a snake will climb

an old flame
the distance
she talks about us

afternoon winds
the distance
our sunflowers bend

albatross wings
the distance
its shadows are washed

rabbit burrow
the distance
to the school boy’s stick

wind in her hair
the distance
to its touch on my face

talking of divorce
the distance
the split still hurts