Poem Category: All

last sunlight
the weeds along the paths
I left to wither

I would compose
a butterfly riding
the nose of our dog

living alone…
grandmother lets
the autumn leaves be

mountain walk
butterfly come see with me
or find another!

the moon bent river
finding the heart
to a haiku

bury me at sea
with waves to become
not six foot fouled earth

sunset stretching ants
the wind burns so deep
road tar pulls at shoes

a sun rain-bowed crow
its long close fence caw
shatters all silence

his girl with some guy
what fierce reasons wake
that needs hate for both

biting mad road rage
suddenly erupts
from both cars in front