Poem Category: All

last orange rays
the smoke of a cruise ship
in the sea of stars.

The eagle circles
small bits of sunlight
falling from him.

Tattoo
painting into the skin
her youth.

Beach party
waves still rolling in
from the stars.

Sleep that won’t
listening to the roof
creak with wind.

The day kissed by spring
sail boats on the river
a lot slower.

All day alone
then lightning thunders
in the hills, in the echoes.