Poem Category: All

sick friend‘s back yard

so much of the wind

thrashing shadows

squinting at the pond

the dragonfly‘s wings

cellophane with light

how composing

is the garden Buddha

cloaked in moonshine

the widower‘s sports car

he weekly waxes…

the last one

autumn leaves burning

we play hide and seek

in grand-pop‘s garden

jazz album

letting the vinyl track

past midnight

building a snowman

our neighbour‘s clarinet

beneath the quiet

of smells recalled

grand-pop‘s raked and burning

piles of leaves

seaside jog

I follow the shapes

the dawn runs to

awake! drowning!

the pool of moonlight

through our bedroom pane