Poem Category: All

Bus stop seat
travel brochures opened
to some palm island palms.

With the stick
with the dog
with the river.

Lifting their praise
from the Sunday choir
the boy soprano.

Wild winds
my mind measuring
the loss of sleep.

Busy corner
the mix of our shadows
in the rising sun.

Screen door
his bark at the letters
falling inside.

Just ignoring
the cat food bowl
until their visitors leave.

The campfire glows
her birth stars pointed out
along my arm.

Gift book
its next delight
the smell of flipped pages.

Eyes open
the window mannequin
beside her pile of clothes.