Poem Category: Miscellaneous

a summer’s heat–
our watermelon’s
shared chill taste

peach tree buds
overnight
our future in pies

sound of joggers
the guard dog’s
snapping chain

no school day–
the children’s
hose sprinklers

Sunday patio
the tuck-in sounds
of our dinner plates

with tourists
she sips an iced green cocktail
under her red sun hat

no stars
I cannot count
the fireflies

in the web
due a spring clean–
I remember the cricket’s fight

feathered pillow
my curved
summer heat

mail-box junk
found in summer
past the sunflowers