Poem Category: Miscellaneous

A priest

sits

at the end of sins

Library books due

back to my childhood

a walk through the snow

Country town

inspecting it



the rise and rise of the circus

Drying cement

the fun to their handprints

of adding the date

So much harvest rice

waits in the rain

for the red hand cart

In twilight

he taking

her breath in

Gift book

its next delight

the smell of flipped pages

Midnight clouds

a moon spot

steps off shore

Rocket by rocket

midnight burns

in the new year

Autumn dusk

the kitchen light deeper

into the garden