Poem Category: All

dairy drought

milkweed sap

suckling the wind

a floating mist

first light spreads into

the whiteness

a transient moon

the well waters lay darkly

in stillness

first light

the ebb fondling

a wave at a time

well water

our town-folk‘s habit

of dropping a stone

train window

the child‘s face pressed

to her breath again

moonless

back to my childhood

naked in the surf

drawn to a stone mouth

inch by inch

the well bucket moon

strolling alone

the hearts a moon squeezes

between the rose leaves

spreading the sun

from the honey jar

our kettle whistles