Poem Category: All

leaving divorce court–
the floorboard creak
in those rented rooms

afternoon picnic–
our canoe shifts
in its mirror

wheat fields
waving in the oceans
of a breeze

holding the trickle
cupped in hands–
the sweet brook

home-made kite
still trailing string
on my backyard lawn

chain-sawing trees
should fall closer
to slap your face!