Poem Category: Miscellaneous

confessional
our new priest
slow to forgive

after lightning–
beside the river
a cracked boulder

talking alone–
in a word
she has no future

a wing beat–
the hummingbird
catches my eye

hammock
lightens Sunday’s heat
I sway in

sunset
the last prayers
the Minaret calls

wind all day–
the web repairs
the spider is caught in

un-gloved—
for all to see
the pledge of her diamond

perfumed
all at once—
the office lift

the family car
we polish monthly–
the reach of the tots