Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Winter sleet
off the white highway
towns in the frost.

Hacienda heat
she brings us thin sliced figs
on a frozen white plate.

Grandmother’s wake
her faded gold band
loose on my finger.

Shown to the moon
new born first born
turning in my arms.

Custody week
she counts the panties
into her case.

In the park
the old dog smells
in and out of the shadows.

Grandparents
their marmalades spread
with the silence of the jar.

Too slow to move
the falling Pine slaps
at the axe-man’s face.

Coal-mine town
hearts throbbing
between the siren wails.

Ankle high leaves
gathered around the park bench
autumn blows.