Poem Category: High Moon

high moon
only the geese honk of it
a fog filling the lake

high moon
with the pond frogs bloated
now they fight

high moon
the motel cabins
speared with frost

high moon …
their crispness tightening
in the apple skins

high moon
a buttercup pushes out
from a ribcage

high moon
on the massage parlour
a graffiti … dries

high moon
buzzing on the beach
a phone none answers

high moon
apple trees turning
the air to cider

high moon
soaking an apple tree
moving to the next

high moon
a river runs-off
with the river