Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Morning star

the first light

becomes the blue

Hitchhiker

a hint of story

in her highway tales

Lift operator

whichever pretty girl

he coughs

Train station

a friend‘s goodbye

lets off stream

Clouds weep

the night fragmented

to street puddles

Tumbleweed

on tracks through the desert

finding the winds

Clouds rush

sunspots caught out

in the garden

Puppet show

I make eye contact

with their star

Waiting their turn

the quietness

of the string puppets

What the tea leaves tell

three months after

the last affair