Poem Category: Miscellaneous

ant acid
how quickly
their foes end

I turn the winch –
and the well-water pail
comes up dancing – jazz

on the horizon –
such a large moon
leaving the sea behind

her park –
through crunches of white frost
the school girl – runs

red wheelbarrow –
the strawberries grown over
touching the earth

our bed –
through beams of sunlight
her plain hair – gleams

meteorites –
through our breathing air
the big bang‘s – matter

bird songs –
at grandma‘s window
the toddler’s mimic

up drafts –
I hold the hawk‘s feather
where it entered the wind

butterflies –
where the fences meet
a spider – weaves