Poem Category: High Moon

high moon
she opens the chocolates
his gift for a lie

the high moon
and his whispers
loose in my hair

high moon
the faces of sunflowers
turned in a breeze

high moon
reading her letter
my cigarette’s glow

high moon
side by side
a sea-snake in the driftwood

high moon
a fog laying over
our strawberry beds

high moon
the bag-lady’s old pram
turning round the corner

high moon
how charged is the confetti
in the church-yard wind

high moon
slamming the side gate
the wind in my head

high moon
putting the dog out
underclothes iced on the line