Poem Category: All

The horses graze…

under a blowing tree

our picnic spread

Washing-suds

cling to her elbow

…our talk of divorce

Evening stroll

the full moon

shouldered lightly

Hacienda heat

she brings us thin sliced figs

on a frozen white plate

Earring studs

I find the moon glitters

on her pillow

Sprayed cockroach

soiling a pillow slip

the last one

So gentle

the faint sea echoes

of the conch-shell‘s ear

Autumn falls

brushing others

the gold oak leaves

Just ignoring

the cat food bowl

until their visitors leave

After church

the pigeons peck around

in confetti and rice