Cheap novel
the beach wind flicks through
a few bawdy pages.

Attic dust
the cracked mirror
the cracked mirror’s broken toys.

The doors open
movie goers dash
out to the night.

One willow
sweeping the river
of its reflection.

surgeon’s visit
I catch his eye’s meaning
at Mum’s bed-side

Warm kitchen
grandfather’s breakfast
in our hurried meals.

sunset
the last prayers
the Minaret calls

Rock climb
being alone
my car keys jingle.

open window–
she lisps quietly
“Journeys of the geese”

bonsai in a pot
at the front door
the soft light of winter.

mountain stream
unfolding the tent
from my journey

Jogging.
last tree
still sunset red,
the birding cats,the swing
the child kicks high,the kite
above the park,the smell of meals
comes night