Poem Category: Miscellaneous

rain
I cannot answer
which drops were once in me

during Mozart
the cat claws
her scratching pole

midnight
dividing the brain
I sleep in

in the poker games
a luck most absurd–
driving home late

Hot sultry morning
the naked peach tree
pregnant with buds.

Moon clouds
moving with the rustle
of the harvest corn.

And so ! tucked into bed
she asks for the story
her kitten likes too.

House open
the realtor’s soft sell
in the bedroom’s silence.

Red lights
waiting to pass
the polished hearse.

Art class
the sound as students
paint outside of it.