Poem Category: Miscellaneous

my slow lightening
at the forest’s edge—
winter fire-wood

trellis grapes
the white bowl passes
in friendly poker

a pot plant tumbles–
heading the storm
rustles of the red leaves

wet weekend…
my slow attentiveness
to rigging the model ship

old motel sign–
no end to its flickers
on the single beds

first hint
of the orange dawn
a trill of bellbirds

passing town–
the sticks and stones
of first rains

office rush
girls rat-haired
in the lunch-time rain

covered in white…
the melt beneath
passing under the bridge

the break into school
through demolition tape—
my old writing desk