Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Busy corner
the mix of our shadows
in the rising sun.

Temple Buddha
with a lap to sit in
the frog is given the fly.

Meeting old friends
our shared scandals
in and out of cocktails.

Cicadas
filling the summer sunset
with the last chorus.

Sand dunes
the surf calls, calls,
the many turtle hatchlings.

Pleasure boats
below the harbour tides
their bottoms in touch.

Headstone
a crow shaking black rain
out of its coat.

Emerging sun
letting the sail board race
paint the lake.

Our Sunday’s roast
father first winding
the grandfather clock.

Family courts
outside the creaking rooms
a child in frilly socks.