Poem Category: Miscellaneous

down any mine too
–I should expect–
a heart’s name

sleep-out
Mum brings to the lawn
a spread of blankets

breakfasts
in our talk of dreams
except their meaning

pencil eraser
rubbing me
out of a haiku

end of drinks
her birthday’s
middle age

garden
dew growing aphis
on the buds of May

bonsai garden
flies here too
polish their wings

open window–
she lisps quietly
“Journeys of the geese”

in his studio
your painting
with your naked sketches

candle flickers
the after-dinner mints
pushed to her