Poem Category: Miscellaneous

morning in fog…
the breakfast passes
to lunches for school

wet
on the new-laid path
the smell of old bricks

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…
the 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 bell birds

passing town–
the sticks and stones
of first rains

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