Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Picnic with Laurel
touching her smooth skin she smiled
at my seemed folly.

idle traffic–
the leaves of the late autumn
passing by

guiding us
into safe harbour
buoy lights in the rain

the tenth reunion
trying to recall
other school faces

our liaison
parking my car beside yours
in the moonlight.

A steamy shower
us leaving
body prints on the glass screen.

Midnight lake
lights from the fire-flies
darting out … dying out.

the kiln cools
the vase and I waiting
to break the mould.

my star sign
moving across the pond
I thought were fireflies.

His face
in the sweet fall
of her hair.