Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Attic sun

a paleness comes to the doll

each afternoon.

House open

the realtor‘s soft sell

in the bedroom‘s silence.

Dinner table

coming in with the dog

his sad hungry stares.

Little reaching fingers

the bread‘s butter-side up

so close on the floor.

Cheval mirror

Tangerine twirling

in her long lemon dress.

Currawongs call…

in the meadow dew

the birth and rise of mushrooms.

Midnight turns

a cricket in the walls

of wake and sleep.

His office

next to the water-cooler

she smooths her skirt.

Grandparent‘s day

tiny tickled giggles

from the bassinet.

Sudden storm

a tumble of rose leaves

down the crushed-brick path.