Poem Category: Miscellaneous

City outskirts
less brightness now
on leaving the stars.

Picnics with Laurel
of youth, the canoes
of the wild blackberries picked with purple hands.

Its flesh bites my knife
the boar’s Heaven rending squeals
to remain a pig.

the rustle of leaves
ploughing through autumn
the push bike and I.

sunset glory
the gold Minaret calling
a final praise
.

strolling alone
the hearts a moon squeezes
between the rose leaves.

fireflies
their jazz in moonlight
around my face.

harvest moon
the humming of a stone well
in the wind.

sunset streets
so fragrant the honeysuckles
halt my jog.

Highway curve
the full white heart
of a full moon.