Poem Category: All

Lime-stone caves
letting my phone film
a million years.

The dam’s lake
sunset burning
canoe after canoe.

Streetlights
still wind ruffled
the quick red fox.

Winter snows
tomato skins stretched
in the hot glass house.

Clouds weep
the night fragmented
to street puddles.

Broken sleep
the mosquito whines
one cheek not the other.

book of insects
a cricket’s mate calls
under the floor boards.

harvest moon
the humming of a stone well
in the wind.

home late
grabbing at my sleeve
the sharpest rose thorn.

dairy drought
milkweed sap
suckling the wind.