Poem Category: All

His first school day…

I must wait, pruning the bonsai

in the patio‘s sun

Midday meal

the scurry of the mud-crabs

sensing our intent

Cemetery

the weight of those things

stopped being said

Foaming ..

her Friday nights soaked

into bath shampoos

Cathedral bells

their sounds so urgent

the cicadas will wait

Twice on Sundays…

Father‘s leather prayer book

binding us

The spider must wait…

carrying her eggs

the fly escapes

Peach orchard

picking the ravages of the hail

that taste as sweet

After the movie

a park bench bearing fruit

… a small red apple

Winter sunset

the pink sky wrinkled

cloud by cloud