Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Lime-stone caves
letting my phone film
a million years.

Dusk darkens
the quickening of bus stops
approaching home.

Feet up
the slow turn of the lime slice
in her rose tea-cup.

holding the lightning
at light speed
the dark lake

to walk round the paths
of a Zen garden,
or sit in Lotus

sharing the vast stars
my daughter and I
sip vodka and milk

border officers
will my taste for weed
also pass across

the wolves are huge
in their hunger
for the life from others

new to town
I walk into the class
their teacher

at the restaurant
ignoring good-night
the not-tipped waitress