Poem Category: All

high moon
the paths it crosses
to sail overseas

high moon
the whimsy of the mists
under the orange trees

high moon
our teenager late-
and off its head the sudden phone

high moon
the rain holding it
held in the mud

high moon
nearer our farmhouse
how the roof shine … shines

high moon
the yacht sailing nowhere
from our mantelpiece

high moon
Laurel on her pillow
cradled by light

high moon
my selfie
of both our faces

high moon
the pull turtles feel
in their shells in the sand

high moon
in a forever
I won’t see return