Poem Category: Miscellaneous

School days
until the trot home
on my old grey mare.

Office meeting
berated by her boss
with a pimple on his nose.

Express train
the steel bridge shaking
its rattles out.

Bees buzz the flowers
before I can call out
the child steps back.

Icicles drip
but the verandah
is bathed in a cold moon.

Ocean road highway
stretched to the horizon
the long scent of summer.

Interstate bus
milk for her babe
back behind her blouse.

Crowded bus
the pink on her face
squeezing her doll’s shyness.

Just junk mail
knocking frost beads
from the tight wire fence.

Sudden storm
a tumble of rose leaves
down the crushed-brick path.