Poem Category: All

Fathomless drought
the farm rusts
in sunshine.

Fruit bats echo
the shapes of the figs
becoming ripe.

Afternoon wind
its rush through corn leaves
green.

raspberry
my tongue more in memory
than this sweet delight.

stone well
the bucket on the ledge
spills in the rain.

the party waits
a saxophone cradles
in the new year.

the peeled orange rings
under our hammock
‘ midday shade.

midweek oval
two limp balloons
bouncing together.

our park swings
so high
from grand-pop’s hand.