Poem Category: Miscellaneous

grandfather clock
the chimes
stirring my hair

spider sting
in the thrashing of the moth
its life-force

glass house–
the tomato scent
a moment years ago

cold back yard
our potted herbs
scent the rain

Picnic with Laurel
touching her smooth skin she smiled
at my seemed folly.

idle traffic–
the leaves of the late autumn
passing by

guiding us
into safe harbour
buoy lights in the rain

the tenth reunion
trying to recall
other school faces

our liaison
parking my car beside yours
in the moonlight.

A steamy shower
us leaving
body prints on the glass screen.