Poem Category: Miscellaneous

the kiln cools
the vase and I waiting
to break the mould.

my star sign
moving across the pond
I thought were fireflies.

His face
in the sweet fall
of her hair.

In the showroom car
the man sits for some time
then… then walks out.

Autumn falls
brushing others
the gold oak leaves.

spreading the sun
from the honey jar
our kettle whistles.

sea of stars
the desert palms under
wave in a breeze.

an all over love
licked whenever
the puppy’s tot stumbles

Vintage car
owning… driving…
the first man’s joy.

Temple grounds
a gardener’s gloves resting
in a Buddha’s lap.