Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Alone

as she likes it

bed and her romance novel

In the winter garden

curled in her lap

the piebald cat

Baby-sitting daughter

the scowl on her face

Saturday night

Attic sun

the quietness of a doll

losing its face

Custody week

she counts the panties

into her case

A grey day…

then towards dusk

a snowfall from the white Pine

Paper coffee cup

the whole cemetery

moved with the wind

The concrete sets…

adding the nickname

I had from youth

Temple grounds

a gardener‘s gloves resting

in a Buddha‘s lap

Temple Buddha

with a lap to sit in

the frog is given the fly