Poem Category: Miscellaneous

our small town
the immense starlight
wheeling slowly.

right where I stand
the caressing fall
of the maples.

sepia photos
imagine me a young man
destroyed in his war.

born hearing them
the tiny turtles scramble
down to the waves.

feather floating
the boats on blue water
clouds.

fine music
the waiting room’s cream
leather lounge.

Breezing in
the summer unfurls
a flock of swallows.

Puppet show
I make eye contact
with their star.

Migrating geese
somewhere below night
the restless sea.

Window’s fly speck
coming from behind
the pink glow of Mars.