Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Desert winds

wearing a different shape

the stone-age boulders

On the canvas

yet to brush in her flesh

the artist‘s nude

On holidays

a storm in the schoolyard

assembling bins

Fifth birthday

yawning as she yawns

her black puppy

Cicadas

filling the summer sunset

with the last chorus

First circus

scowling her face

the balloon‘s sudden pop

Tugging… more sea

at the end of its chain

the pleasure yacht

With the stick

with the dog

with the river

Shooting star

I uncork an old shiraz

to let it first breathe

Wine festival

a few of the tourists

learning when to spit