Poem Category: Miscellaneous

hammock
lightens Sunday’s heat
I sway in

sunset
the last prayers
the Minaret calls

wind all day–
the web repairs
the spider is caught in

un-gloved—
for all to see
the pledge of her diamond

perfumed
all at once—
the office lift

the family car
we polish monthly–
the reach of the tots

spacing them
should fit the shelf
Father’s urn– his model boat

Father’s church–
in the sea of songs
an empty praise

Father’s church–
I will not agree
souls need saving

after church
Father carving
our Sunday roast