Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Zen garden
steel rusts
on the resting rake.

Maples down our street
one keeping two
gold autumn leaves

After the movie
a park bench bearing fruit
a small red apple.

Fair grounds
from police to the cola can
the lost child’s stare.

Two loud shrieks!!
the child’s torchlight
into the parrot’s cage.

Eggs on toast, coffee
a nearly forgotten dream
coming to mind.

The slow softening
under stones
a wet weekend.

Baby-sitting daughter
the scowl on her face
Saturday night.

Fruit bowl
no student yet painting
the apple’s bruise.

Grandfather clock
chimes tingling
the tot’s covered ears.