Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Sand dunes
the surf calls, calls,
the many turtle hatchlings.

Pleasure boats
below the harbour tides
their bottoms in touch.

Headstone
a crow shaking black rain
out of its coat.

Emerging sun
letting the sail board race
paint the lake.

Our Sunday’s roast
father first winding
the grandfather clock.

Family courts
outside the creaking rooms
a child in frilly socks.

Wet long-weekend
only the smallest stones dry
Tuesday morning.

Park bench
under a cicada
One of us listens, just one of us.

Swooping hawk
the mother cat’s
pink hiss.

Un-blessed wines
how the cabernet lingers
with the priest.