Poem Category: Miscellaneous

right where I stand
the caressing fall
of the maples.

our small town
the immense starlight
wheeling slowly.

With claws locked on bark
my stance is proud beyond kings
I hawk, primal made.

I saw her
the lime bikini blonde
writing love in the sand.

Magpie
letting the light gather
around her cracking egg.

Too far to reach
my son’s loose shoe laces
in the escalator’s teeth.

Her front step swept
recycling themselves
the crushed brown ants.

Little reaching fingers
the bread’s butter-side up
so close on the floor.

Back from school
me following me into
our shabby house.

the tension between us
listening if her dreams
may set loose a name