Poem Category: All

White water rapids

unable to delay

the urges in salmon

Soprano

how vital the applause

should choke

Morning winds

all the yachts rocking

with their share of the swells

Between cities

released pigeons

headed home

After lunch

an octopus tugging, tugging

at the angler‘s sleep

The slow softening

under stones…

a wet weekend

The roaring is found

sunlight in a waterfall

dissolving stones

In the park

the old dog smells

in and out of the shadows

Sunday morning

a storm dashed egg

in the pretty tot‘s hand

Home again…

moon and I meeting

on the old wood bridge