Poem Category: Miscellaneous

sometime between the quakes
the cheval mirror
cracked to mirrors

grandma’s garden
our shadows moving
to touch and talk

the praying Mantis
so stiff
in its praise to dawn

potter’s wheel
spinning the earth
from clay to vase

the snow’s turning
of our back yard
— the bare branches

midnight
junk mail into the wind
into the streets

lips of foam
from the coffee cup
her good morning smile

the hour glass
releasing its sand
releasing its time

she is surprised
her birthday on Skype
___ only one

hibiscus scents
on a Sunday afternoon
the thin white clouds