Poem Category: Miscellaneous

In the park

the old dog smells

in and out of the shadows

Sunday morning

a storm dashed egg

in the pretty tot‘s hand

Home again…

moon and I meeting

on the old wood bridge

The river forks

going along with the moon

to the sea

Bubble bathed

the tiny tot wrapped

in her towel‘s cartoons

Meeting old friends

our shared scandals

in and out of cocktails

The scent of rain

our late night hunger

at the motel door

Sunday afternoon

the purr of her kitten

in the dancing girl‘s arms

Lifting their praise

from the Sunday choir

the boy soprano

Grandparents

their marmalades spread

with the silence of the jar