Poem Category: High Moon

high moon
on the massage parlour
a graffiti … dries

high moon
buzzing on the beach
a phone none answers

high moon
apple trees turning
the air to cider

high moon
soaking an apple tree
moving to the next

high moon
a river runs-off
with the nountain

high moon
such sweetness behind
these blackberry thorns

high moon
a defect notice
behind the windscreen’s ice

the high moon
___becoming
_____noon on the sundial

high moon
bats leaving the fig tree
to stir another

high moon
down our street
the Maples falling naked