Poem Category: Miscellaneous

in salt-pan smells
dragonflies mate
along the breeze.

season’s turn
the gold everywhere
ankle deep.

flickers of sleep
in late-night blues
the radio’s jazz.

swinging curtains
in the cheval mirror
a hummingbird’s panic.

furniture restore
the smells of a boyhood
out in the forest.

losing the sunset
still the fragrance
of the frangipani.

scooping the Galaxy
in the ice-melt
I prepare our coffees.

The Puma’s cage stinks
its eyes drill with a fierce brain
crammed dull by pacing.

White water rapids
tear at our clothes in fury
yet their taste is sweet.

Birthday party
sliding down the polished handrail
past all the oldies.