Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Twilight chill
the owl sees the mouse see
the owl see.

Winter morning
leaving the train station
a friend’s last wave.

I saw her
the lime bikini blonde
writing love in the sand.

While I passed their rooms
the school of Geisha
serving perfect teas.

Alone
as she likes it
bed and her romance novel.

Little reaching fingers
the bread’s butter-side up
so close on the floor.

Solitary
grey moths circling
the wet streetlights.

Streetlights
still wind ruffled
the quick red fox.

Black pond
a frog leaps into
the litter of stars (Basho’).

alone with rain
waving down the platform
to the train