Poem Category: All

aging
school boy poems
about to rewrite

first thaw
my un-tuned guitar
from the attic

dusk just passing
an abandoned homeless man
in the park

out of season
hail and passion-fruits
dot the white lawn

Bonsai class
some students suggest
I snip less

dawn whispers
my jogging and the leaves
along this street

and the Suns soften
as unheard cicadas
creep slowly back to earth