Poem Category: All

The river forks

going along with the moon

to the sea

Bubble bathed

the tiny tot wrapped

in her towel‘s cartoons

Meeting old friends

our shared scandals

in and out of cocktails

The scent of rain

our late night hunger

at the motel door

Sunday afternoon

the purr of her kitten

in the dancing girl‘s arms

Lifting their praise

from the Sunday choir

the boy soprano

Grandparents

their marmalades spread

with the silence of the jar

Desert winds

wearing a different shape

the stone-age boulders

On the canvas

yet to brush in her flesh

the artist‘s nude

On holidays

a storm in the schoolyard

assembling bins