Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Long drive home

the sleeping tot‘s doll

just nods and nods

Dance auditions

from the dark seats a thank-you



just that once

Meadow frost

the way it spends a year

away from the sea

In the kiln

firing the thoughts

I shaped for the vase

Her dance class tonight

such joy to utterly flirt

in these Latin rhythms

In our frying pan

the trout‘s rainbow

melts into butter

Old friends

they have the shape of you

red lingerie drying in the wind

First date

bubbles leaving

the warm champagne

Wet long-weekend

only the smallest stones dry

Tuesday morning

Empty platform

following the express trains

the morning‘s paper