Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Taxi horn
in a moment she’ll turn
in the hall to leave.

Home alone
gluing mother’s vase
he says a little prayer.

Wolf whistles
faint rustles heard
from her nylon dress.

Home renovations
a child’s growth-marks
found in fading chalk.

Coffee break
reading a fashion magazine
the sculptor’s nude.

Through old mining towns
over a bridge where a stream
chatters with pebbles.

Vase of flowers
creeping to the sun
on the table cloth.

The scent of rain
our late night hunger
at the motel door.

First circus
scowling her face
the balloon’s sudden pop.

Picnic coming from the trees
smoothing her jeans
she offers me a flower.