Poem Category: All

Dance class

then the Latin rhythms in

our long walk home

Damn binoculars

the race horse losing

in both lenses

Bubble bathed

the birthday doll taken

into her bed

Sensing winter

the flame trees also

litter the paths around them

Winter morning

leaving the train station

a friend‘s last wave

Spring winds

finding odd tunes to play

over the barbed wire fences

Such unnatural desires

to reach the sun



Pine trees growing straight

Letter-box empty

the magpie fight

has crossed the wet lawn

Tiny scolding tot

her old dog‘s laziness

in the midday shade

Health spa

the pampers of wealth

around their wrinkles