Poem Category: All

buds overall
coming through the garden
daughter and friends.

morning lingers
I lean with the tree
to bird songs.

the fog floats
high heels and a whisper
comes from the alley.

summer winds
the stains of bore-water
on the tomato leaves.

hammering hail
the last page of our exams
Yes or No answers.

the sculptor’s nude
his model helping him
polish her.

magpie songs
enjoying why
I came out early.