Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Country road

between skeletons of Pines

the winter puddles

Pointing for the child

along my arm

the Southern Cross

Our Sunday‘s roast…

father first winding

the grandfather clock

His first school day…

I must wait, pruning the bonsai

in the patio‘s sun

Midday meal

the scurry of the mud-crabs

sensing our intent

Cemetery

the weight of those things

stopped being said

Foaming ..

her Friday nights soaked

into bath shampoos

Cathedral bells

their sounds so urgent

the cicadas will wait

Twice on Sundays…

Father‘s leather prayer book

binding us

The spider must wait…

carrying her eggs

the fly escapes