Poem Category: All

Orchard fog
the shapes apple trees make
being picked.

Old rain forest …
down in the tall light
her ancient hidden potions.

Skipping school
the cicada’s racket
in the boy’s tin can.

A moray eel’s cave …
in circles with itself
while we swim past.

Single mother
still finding courage
in the new town.

The birding cat
that stone I just threw
which one did it hit.

In the last train
following
the storm home.

Mangrove
between tangled roots
its stinking sticky mud.

Camp-fire moon
talking alone
to lunacy.

Our affair
coming out
in coffee lounges.