Poem Category: All

Home alone
gluing mother’s vase
he says a little prayer.

Taxi horn
in a moment she’ll turn
in the hall to leave.

Grandparent’s day
tiny tickled giggles
from the bassinet.

A dry wedding
the old sailor fidgets
inside his necktie.

Meeting old friends
our coffee-cup talk
in and out of shadows.

Vacuum bottles
the slurp of cooked peaches
spilling warm and sweet.

A rock climb
brushing my shadow
the tumble of a stone.

Incoming tide
sky blue seeps
into horse-shoe bay.

The black swans honk
over their reflections
our drifting canoe.

Await my atoms
to be buried whole at sea
with waves to become.