Poem Category: All

in moonlit sand dunes
our embrace
our business

with its peach skins in
grandma’s jam
bubbling on the stove

a steam train passing
through the skin
of a school boy

work colleague
her friendly touch
held mid-air

tasting green
the lily-pad pond
I wash my face in

dentist’s rooms
sets of perfect smiles
worn on the walls

sitting by the sea
the earth’s huge moon
to the moon

beneath the vast stars
I think therefore I must
see them all die out

our chance meeting
watching a flame
talk about us

bees
changing buds
for the future